"What's wrong Naruto-kun?"

She murmured softly.

'Oh God,'

Naruto screamed in his head,

'Help me!!'

Her fingertips traced the rim of his ear, and she leaned slightly over.

"Naruto-kun?"

His sensitive skin tingled, and he shuddered violently. He bit his lip, hard -- he had nearly lost what little control he had left with that shudder.

"Are-- Are you sick? Should I call for Ka--"

She began, her voice etched with worry, but Naruto practically yelled,

"NO!!"

Hinata shut up, her eyes rounding with surprise. Then they saddened, and her eyes cast to the floor, her posture slumping slightly.

"I know you've always been alone,"

She said softly, her eyes hidden from Naruto,

"But... you should know that sometimes, you need to ask for help."

She took her hands to his face, her fingertips tracing his whisker birthmarks, and without realising made agonising trails of lust with just her light touch. Naruto wanted to smash his face into the floor and crush the soft sense of her fingers away, but his lust flared, and instead, his chin tilted slightly forward so he could smell her scent better.

Hinata furrowed her brow in worry. Naruto was feeling extremely... warm. Worried he might have a fever, she slid a cool palm onto his forehead, the other around his neck. Her eyes widened in shock.

She leaned downwards, her milk-white eyes full of concern, and Naruto's eyes settled on her lips. She had very full lips. Did she know that?

'No! Stop it Naruto, you're losing! Keep yourself in control, in control--'

"You're burning!"

She gasped, her warm breath gentle against his cheek. Her tongue quickly darted in and out as a motion to wet her lips - a nervous reaction. Naruto found himself aching with desire. Control was being lifted from himself - he could almost feel raw physical lust rapidly engulfing him in a tide.

As her hands slipped around his neck, she leaned closer still, wanting to see his face properly. He could feel her fingertips pressing just behind his ears. His eyes were set on her full, wet lips. Hunger clawed at him, and he weakly told it go away.

"Naruto-kun?"

She breathed.

That was it. He could take no more. Control took flight and desire burst out and rushed through his veins, and before Hinata could say a word he slammed her back flat against the ground, winding her, his hands at her wrists with claw-like grips.

Her eyes were wide with shock, and she let out a gasp when she felt him straddle her. His skin was hot... so very hot. She looked at his face uncertainly, and saw that his whisker-like birthmarks were darker and longer than usual, his eyes looking bright and wild. His eyes were almost fiery - she had never seen his eyes like that before... The passion she saw was unfamiliar to her.

He seemed to be savouring something as he pressed himself onto her, and was almost purring in pleasure as he rubbed himself against her curves, then paused before growling in annoyance.

"Naruto-kun?!!"

Hinata gasped, having found her breath back, but was interrupted by his mouth, his tongue flicking on her lips before pushing in, roughly kissing her deeply and hungrily. The wildness scared her. Naruto was a wild guy, but in relationships he was actually extremely shy. This wasn't like him at all.

She tried to break his kisses off to no avail. Then her eyes widened, and a warning bell in her head rang loudly when she felt a hand trail away from her wrist, his right hand gripping both of her wrists in a painful vice and the left start to paw at her clothes.

There was something very, very wrong. It was as if he was trying to...

She shook herself inwardly. Naruto-kun would never do that, she told herself, but her thoughts were cut off by the sound of fabric ripping.

Hinata always wore a thick jumper over her clothes. She didn't know why, but it gave her a small sense of protection against exposure. Exposure of her weaknesses. And here Naruto had just torn off a line of defense with incredible strength. And was tossing it aside. And appeared to be ready to tear off more clothes.

A cold fear seeped through her when he gave a small laugh of unrefined desire against her lips. She blinked furiously, trying to say something, anything, but his mouth was unallowing. Hinata realised she was crying when she felt a tear slip past her ear.

He was trying to rape her.

She found herself struggling. Especially when she felt his fingers touch the bare and sensitive skin of her stomach. Finally, she managed to tear her lips away from his, and her eyes met eyes that were crazed with bodily hunger.

He saw her full lips blushing red from his kissing, her eyes full of confusion, the trails of her tears on her cheeks. Naruto wasn't there to stop himself lean over and lick a tear off her cheek - slowly. His hands travelling up from her stomach. Hinata turned her face, her eyes filling with fresh tears of fear and confusion. The fear and confusion rose up her throat, and without even meaning to, she let out a scream.

He ignored it, his tongue finding its way to the edge of her mouth, salty from her tears, when the door to Naruto's home burst open, the door banging against the wall.

Hinata and Naruto looked up towards the spilling light from the door to see two silhouettes against the bright white light. A hint of long pink hair and dark hair was all they could make out. Both of them were breathing a heavily from running.

Their eyes saw Naruto pressing himself onto Hinata. Hinata's ripped clothes at the side. Naruto's grip on Hinata's wrists. Their ragged breathing. Hinata's tear-streaked face.

Before Naruto could react, he was swiftly kicked off Hinata, and skid across the floor before he rolled to his feet. Sasuke drew himself back from fighting stance, but his eyes were dark with anger, and held the same tone of horror Sakura had in her eyes. Disbelieving horror.

Sakura bent down to Hinata, helping her to sit up as she cast Naruto an incredulous glance. Naruto was on his feet, and he was glowering at Sasuke. Sasuke looked completely disgusted.

There was a long silence as Naruto wiped his chin, his eyes hardening as he glared at the intruders - one standing defiantly against him, the second trying to console his prey.

Sasuke bit his lip and felt a jolt of alarm through him when he notcied Naruto didn't look like himself. Just like that day when Naruto had saved him back in the jungle, on this time, Naruto's whole demeanor appeared different. He seemed to be angry, but with an unexposed rage that was as crude.

Somewhat like a wild animal.

Hinata suddenly choked out a sob. She found she couldn't stop. She began to cry, clutching onto Sakura as hot tears spilled past her cheeks.

Naruto's eyes flickered to her, and stared at her shock and confusion. She refused to look at anything else other than Sakura's pink shirt. Sakura comfortingly put an arm around Hinata, and glared at Naruto.

Naruto took a step towards Hinata, but she cringed and shrank away from him. He froze in step.

"You bastard. What the hell were you--"

Sasuke growled, when Naruto turned his head quickly. All of them - Hinata, Sakura and Sasuke - all caught his eyes.

Raw pain.

Without any warning, he bounded past the three and ran out of the door, onto the grass and off the pathway towards the forest.

Hinata found her eyes filling with more tears, and Sakura patted her head as reassuringly as she could as the girl began to sob uncontrollably.

As Naruto's door creaked from the wind, Sasuke and Sakura exchanged glances of worry and concern.