I. One Two, I'm Coming For You
Run.
Run.
Run.
It's dark. The school hallways resembling the catacombs of Hell.
She's running as fast as she can.
Run faster.
She trips over air, falling onto the cold hard tiles of the school floor.
Gods, what the hell is wrong with me?!
She coughs to herself and bites on her lip, the taste of blood and cherry lip gloss entwining on her taste buds.
Pulling herself up, she turns down another hall, panting hard enough to make her lungs explode in a raging fire. She reaches her fifth set of doors. It's like she's in a never ending maze. There's no outlet.
She feels herself going mentally insane. Just why in the hell is this school so big-
No.
It doesn't matter at the moment, because she needs to hurry.
Her flimsy arms are struggling to push the double doors open. And she's pushing her hardest too, trying to hope for some type of miracle. But to her misfortune-
These doors are locked too.
"No. No no no. No!" she cries, banging helplessly on the rectangular windows, letting dread and anger cloud her senses.
There's no way out, she thinks to herself. She's a goner. Feeling herself shaking, she tells herself that this couldn't be the end. Not yet.
She tries again, hitting the double doors with all her might. The sound of her body colliding with the doors reverberates in the dark empty hallways of the school and she instantly halts. Because a horrific thought had just occurred to her.
He can hear her.
She jerks back from the doors as if they shocked her and turns on her heel, running once again.
Her homecoming dress suddenly feels tighter around her thighs, and she curses herself. This might be the cause of her slow movements. It felt like she was running in a dream, where one tries so desperately to escape. Where they can try their hardest to move their muscles with all their might, but end up failing nonetheless.
Who decided to lock the doors on a Friday night with a bunch of teenagers inside the school?
Hinata has no idea.
But look how much of a damn hazard this all turned out to be.
All she can do is wish for an exit out of this endless maze, because her body is giving out on her. The cold tiles beneath her bare feet send even more chills up her spine.
She's running and her legs are dangerously close to giving out. The pain from running so much coils tighter in her gut, making her want to stop.
Give up.
Surrender.
But…wait.
For some reason, she can hear the clicking of his combat boots. A faint but audible whistle echoing through the dark school halls. The tune is eerie and felt like smooth velvet in her ears.
He caught up to me-
But how.
She needs to think of an escape route, quick-
But in her head of a million racing thoughts, there was one that rattled her nerves senseless, because it was irrational.
Ludicrous.
Impossible-
The clicking of the metal, it was slow, taunting, and even.
Her breath hitches, the entirety of her blood runs cold in a split of a second.
No, it couldn't be-
This entire time that she was running…
He was walking.
Naruto smirks to himself, fixing the bow on his tux before stuffing his bloody hands in his pockets, following the weeping (and loud) trail of his poor, unfortunate friend.
So he'd been caught. She was snooping around halls she wasn't supposed to, and now they're trapped in this...predicament.
But Naruto knows this wasn't his fault.
Tsk.
He shakes his head, cackling menacingly to himself. The fidgeting feeling in his fingertips charged his excitement even more. The blood from his hands was already staining through the grey of his pants.
Curiosity killed the cat, so the saying goes.…
And this truly might be the case tonight.
Hinata, Hinata, Hinata…
Always the curious one, wasn't she?
He audibly sighs, walking at a steady pace.
He knows not to rush, so he's gonna take it slow.
All of the doors except for the main entrance were locked. Him and the gang made sure of that.
She was also running the opposite way…
His smirk grows a little wider. She's bat shit out of luck.
He knows she won't get far.
He would've let her off the hook, because he was really starting to like her.
But she saw too much-
And if she'd just stayed in a good girl's place, stay the good girl that he'd known her to be and minded her fucking business, then maybe, just maybe, they wouldn't be in this situation.
He wouldn't be hunting her down throughout school halls on Homecoming night if she'd just mind her fucking business.
He briefly ponders on that strange thought.
A predator hunting his prey.
He snickers, pulling out a box of cigarettes and lighting up one for himself. His blood- drenched hands staining the white of the box a deep crimson.
She could've lived a perfectly normal life. But now…
A solid frown encases his features, his smirk disappearing off of his face as he feels the thrills of rage consume him.
Now…
She could potentially ruin everything.
That is, if that pretty little mouth of hers will ever get the chance to.
Determined, he strolls down the corridor a little more.
Only a little more.
Just to make a left here…
And to find her there.
Pounding on the doors as if her worthless life depended on it.
He wasn't sure if she was aware that he could hear her. He thought she'd be smarter than that. She looks fucking pathetic trying to push her way through the doors which were obviously locked, and a small part of him almost felt sorry for her.
Almost.
He knew she didn't know that all doors except the main entrance were locked.
He made his whistles louder so she could hear him becuase he likes her scared. He couldn't wait to see the pure dread on her face as she'd turn around to meet her fate.
Absolutely phenomenal, he thinks.
He stopped his whistling, and in a singsong tone, he voiced, "My poor little Hygua..."
His smile grew wide at the way her entire stance grew rigid. It grew even wider when he saw the look on her face.
"...Always sticking your nose in places where it doesn't belong."
To watch her turn and face him, it was just... fuck-
The way she was panting, the way her eyes wavered in fear when she looked at him, her disheveled appearance-
It turned him on so much.
But unfortunately, not even a pretty face with cascading tears could save her from the shit she put them through tonight.
He moved closer to her, the clicking of his boots echoing hauntingly throughout the hallway. Once he finally reached her, she couldn't even take a step back. Her back faced lock doors. He felt a smile creeping up at her current state.
Trapped.
She's trapped between him and locked doors. There's no where to go. Which now begs the question...
What to do with her…
Or more accurately, how to get rid of her…
His eyes lowered on her figure and fuck she looks so good. That dress showed off her curves very nicely. It made his mind soar far from the objective. And to top it all off, her smudged red lip stick stained her ivory skin perfectly. Thats just how much she unknowingly fucks with his head. And he's getting tired of it.
His hand abruptly shot out for her neck, pushing her back forcefully against the doors. He likes the way her fingers helplessly pry at his grip, which in favor he tightens, and God does he love the feeling of her erratic pulse underneath his palm…just thumping away rapidly.
The feeling is euphoric.
The tears sliding down her cheek. Her ruined mascara. Tousled midnight hair. Smudged red lipstick. His hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing it just enough to hear her faint gasps escaping the pink of her lips.
How tragically beautiful she was- it put dead roses to shame.
He could stare at her forever.
And for the first time in months- he's at a fucking loss.
"Pl…ngh….p-ls.."
Oh. She's trying to say something.
He loosens his grip by a little.
"...Please…."
The vulnerability in her eyes, in her voice...it made his dick hardened.
"Shhh. It's alright." He plays at her bangs with his other hand, reveling in the way it contrasts with his skin.
It will not be alright. But she doesn't need to know that.
She coughs a little before sobbing her heart out, "I w-won't say anything..I..I swear it!"
Her high pitched voice stings his ears, but it makes adrenaline pump faster in his blood. This stupid act that she's putting on- it's too good.
He shakes his head, smiling down at her lovely, distorted face. "I know you won't," he patronizes, "Wanna know why?"
She sniffles some more, barely shaking her head.
He chortled at her childish behavior. "You won't ever get the chance too."
Her eyes widen in shock, and she latches on to his arm in desperate hope. "N-no, please! I'll do anything, just…l-let me go!"
He's getting a kick out of this. She's practically hysterical at this point.
She won't say anything?
Let her go?
The fact that she'd do anything?
Same old, same old.
Though the last sentiment is tempting…
…She'd do anything ?
It's not a good idea.
Hell, he never has any good ideas.
But here wants to spare her life…
And two dead bodies wasn't the endgame for tonight.
"Lets say, Hinata…that you're willing to do anything."
Her eyes light up instantly. But before any word could come out of her mouth, she pauses.
By the look on her face, Naruto knows that she knows something's up.
He grins. So she's a smart girl after all.
"Don't worry Hyuga. It's nothin' serious," he says, his voice coming out a-lot huskier than expected.
Fuck.
She's really mind fucking him right now that he's willing to let her walk free on this.
Fuck fuck fuck.
It's life or death for both of them at this point.
A big, gigantic, enormous fuck.
He clears his throat, suddenly angry at himself.
She'll ruin him, and he fucking knows it.
He re-tightens his grip in her neck, and she's gasping for air all over again. Her hands are pushing at his chest with no luck, and more tears start to form in her ghostly eyes.
He bends down to her level, positioning his lips to her ear. "That cousin of yours…brother…or whatever the hell he is to you…he's got somethin' of mine. And I need it back."
He looks at her and lets his hand trace her neck until he's cupping her jaw. Her eyes are glued shut, and her sniffles are the loudest fucking thing in the hall at the moment.
"Look at me when I'm talking to you," he sneers, gripping her jaw closer to his face. Slowly, her eyes peek open, and they're face to face now. Eye to eye.
She's so pretty. He was really starting to like her...
He could kiss her right here if he wanted too and ruin everything that he had going for him. Nothing was stopping him. He could mess up her lipstick even more, and drag it out to her neck, where he sucks on her pulse like the mad man that he was.
But that would only create more problems.
He rubs his thumb on her cheek, wiping away a stray tear. "Now…are you willing to comply? Cause if you don't, it's your life on the line. Not mine."
Lies.
She exhales a shaky breath, mumbling something incoherent.
"What was that?" He brings her face closer than before. He can smell the alcohol on her breath. Who knew the Hyuga was capable of drinking?
"...Y-yes."
He smiles at her, his eyes flickering between her lips and eyes.
Keep her at arms length…
That's all he needs to do. He can accomplish so much if he'd just keep her at arms length.
And he's already failing at it.
"That's a good girl."
Warning: Slow updates. Like, extremely slow.