Chapter 7
"Hold still for a second." Turquoise hued chakra flows out of Hinata's palms and onto the side of a slender, tanned torso.
"It's just a tiny bump, Kaa-san." Boruto grumbles as his mother renders medical aid. "It'll heal in a few days, ya know."
"It's already black and blue." Gently, Hinata traces her fingers over the discoloured contusion. Boruto hisses at the light touch. "And clearly you're in pain, Boruto-kun."
Thick spidery veins recede from Hinata's face. "There is also a bit of trauma to one of your kidneys."
"I only need one to survive, don't I?" A chuckle begins to creep out but the solemnity in his mother's eyes silences it.
"This isn't a joking matter. Your training is becoming too rough. Maybe Hanabi and I should take over from Sasuke-san."
"Seriously, Kaa-san? You're overreacting, it's a minor scratch." Straightening up from a hunched over position, Boruto pulls away from her healing transfusion and pulls down his t-shirt. "I'm fine." He asserts while walking away.
"I'm not finished, Boruto-kun." Hinata calls out as she hears her son stomp up the staircase.
"I said I'm fine." His bedroom door slams shut signaling the end of the conversation.
"How do you feel today." Hinata inquires the next morning.
"I told you I am fine." Boruto mutters as he scoffs down his breakfast.
Hinata sets aside her barely eaten meal, worry etched across her brows, "Maybe I should ask your father to give you the day off."
"I told you I am fine. Don't get him involved, it's a simple clean-up mission and I am going to be late." Despite the edge in his tone, he kisses his mother on the cheek, and ruffles Himawari's hair. "See ya."
Before Hinata can get another word out, her son is out the front door.
Concerned blue eyes look up at her. "Mama is Nii-san okay?"
Reassuringly she hugs her daughter. "Of course, Hima-chan. He's your strong big brother and I won't let it happen again."
Later that afternoon, Hinata stirs a pot of hot, vegetable stew on the stove. Her mind is restless and weary with concerns of her son's well being. She has scanned the village maybe a dozen times but hasn't caught sight of Boruto.
Turning off the stove, she is determined get to the root of the problem - Sasuke Uchiha.
Hesitantly, Hinata places a brave foot forward to enter the Uchiha compound. She has not received permission or an invitation to enter this once thriving sector of Konoha, but she ventures forth anyways. Propelled by the maternal instinct to protect her offspring.
At the sight of dilapidated homes and worn-down shops, her eyes prickle with tears and goosebumps form at the nape of her neck. Though decades have passed, her heart is unable to bear the tragedy that befell this once prominent clan.
Walking past what appears to be a kindergarten, she picks up a miniature, plastic shovel. She dusts off the dirt from the yellow toy and hopes that the end was at least peaceful for its young owner. Gently she returns the item to its respectful place, and hurries forward keeping her eyes glued to the road.
She locates the sole owner of the compound under a large maple tree. His one discernable eye is closed. His relaxed facial features convey a sense of tranquility and peacefulness. Bright, red leaves gently go unnoticed as they fall on jagged, raven locks
Deducing he is in a meditative state or asleep, she rethinks confronting him at this particular moment.
"Your brat is late again." A baritone voice informs.
She jumps at the sound of the deep voice, wondering how long he has been aware of her presence.
"He's still away on a mission," Justification for her son's tardiness.
Eyes still closed, he mockingly comments, "Ah, so just a social visit from my Hyuga neighbor."
Noting the disingenuity, Hinata believes it may be best to handle this matter when Sasuke is in a more hospitable mood.
"I'm sorry for disturbing you, Sasuke-san." She bows lightly out of habit even though she knows his eyes are closed. "You seem busy, I'll come back another time."
Monotony plagues Sasuke. Each day morphs into the next without any discernable change. This woman and her son provide the only divergence from the mental limbo he is unable to escape.
Unhurriedly, Sasuke pushes off the ground, dusting the leaves off his head and cloak, he asks. "Why are you here?" Hinata's unannounced appearance serves as a better alternative than embracing the intrusive memories that constantly haunt him.
He notices how she shuffles from one foot to the other, "Just spit out already." A smirk forms at her evident discomfort. He's enjoying the uneasiness and apprehension she is easily oozing. If she is already this wined up, how much more would it take for him to see another side of her? Would she finally show her true self?
"Just spit it out already, Hyuga."
Hinata's mouth flounders open, but can only verbalize, "I'm not a Hyuga anymore."
Her breathing becomes heavy. He doesn't believe fear is the basis of her actions. He assumes it's due to avoidance of confrontation and an impulse to protect the façade she has created of the gentle, meek housewife.
Hinata curses herself for coming up with the idea of visiting Sasuke today. She wishes she had discussed this matter with Naruto first and then maybe he could've dealt him it. No. She reminders herself that's a cowardly way of thinking and living. She needs to be more reliant on her own strength and less dependent on her husband's.
"You're being too harsh with Boruto-kun." Hinata's words are rushed and her eyes remain downcast.
Chuckling, he responds at her audaciousness, "You're here to lecture me on my training regime?"
"No. Of course not." Hinata responds defensively. She doesn't want to come across as an over bearing mother. "I've just noticed that Boruto-kun's injuries are becoming more severe and maybe you can taper it a bit."
"That's why he is training to get better." He retorts icily.
"It's only training and he's still a child. You can be more careful." As she pleads her case, the apprehension she felt earlier begins to evaporate.
"He's a shinobi. Did motherhood and domesticity erase memory of what that life entails? Or is it that you think Boruto will receive special treatment because he is the son of the Hokage?"
She stares at him in disbelief of his assumptions. "I should leave, clearly I have caught you at a bad time."
"Do you know why he's beaten to a pulp each time we train?"
Being a mother to a teenage boy, Hinata is familiar with the maladaptive behaviour Sasuke is displaying. She stills her face, hoping the lack of reaction will cease his provocation.
"I have to correct your mistakes." Hinata remains quiet but her tiny palms cling desperately to the fabric of her shirt.
"His taijutsu is up to par, I'll give you that. But he has inherited his mother's pacifism, he defends without any real initiative to attack. Which means he'll likely be the one dead on the battlefield."
Leaves carried by a heavy wind swirl in their periphery but neither take notice. Hinata's eyes burn not only at Sasuke's prediction of her son's future but also of his assessment of her incompetence.
"He doesn't need to learn how to kill." Every night since she brought her firstborn into this world, she prays for a peaceful life for her children and those of her comrades. She doesn't want these innocent souls to experience the pain and anguish that stems from violence and war.
"The world is at peace. There is no need for him to kill - not at this young age." Hinata truly believes that their current world will allow Boruto and his generation to enjoy childhood without ever being tainted by the blood of another.
"And when another Pain or Madara threatens the safety of Konoha?"
"The adults in this village will protect him."
"Does that include you?" Sasuke continues to interrogate.
Effortlessly, Hinata's response rolls off the tip of her tongue. "Of course. I'll give my life for my children."
Sasuke's smirk grows wider. He inches nearer. "Show me!" In the blink of an eye, an obsidian eye turns crimson and the tip of a gleaming blade is at Hinata's jugular.
Hinata gulps, "What are you doing."
Sasuke takes a few predatorial steps toward her. The blade presses deeper into her vein but to the point to tear open her flesh. Reflexively, she steps back.
Flummoxed, she searches his eye for answers.
The sole of his sandal slam into her shin, tilting her off-balance and knocking her to the floor.
"Pathetic!" Sasuke spits out at her lost of footing.
After the shock of the attack settles in, Hinata activates her dojutsu; ready to prove her capabilities as a protector of her children and of Konoha. "You came at me without warning."
"A shinobi is always ready!" Sasuke returns condescendingly.
She ducks as his legs sweep over her head, and uses the opportunity to roll over into a crouching stance. With one palm touching the ground for stability and the other held high, she waits for her opponent's next move.
"I'll make this easier for you." Sasuke flips his sword in Hinata's direction. She catches it by the handle.
"I'm not trained to use a katana." She looks at him questioningly.
"Improvise." His eye reverts from red to black.
"You're going easy on me." She quickly deduces as he scales back his level of power and ammunition.
"I'll consider adjusting my training style if you land a blow with that blade." Hinata brightens at the challenge, determined to safeguard her son's training.
Switching the blade to the blunt side, she charges forward. Even without the Sharingan, Sasuke predicts each attack and easily dodges with the grace of a panther.
Knees slightly bent and shoulders slouched forward, Hinata gasps for air, "I'm so out of practice." She fumbles in-between laboured breaths. It is as clear as day that she is no match for the infamous nin. Temptation to surrender is swept away when she notices a grin creeping over his trademark smirk.
Reading into the visible display of amusement, she realizes he isn't going to allow her to forfeit until he relieves the itch in need of scratching.
"My turn." He pulls a kunai out of the holster on his thigh and lunges at her. His movements are swift and barely perceptible, not allowing her to react or position herself into a defensive stance. Out of options and relying on her body's protective instinctive, she shields herself with his katana. Sparks fly as metal clashes against mental. The sheer force of his attacks pushes her backward.
The kunai's aim is re-directed from the opposing weapon to Hinata's tender frame. The whetted kunai slices through the side of her shirt and grazes the delicate skin underneath. Torturously he charges again and again, until her shirt is tattered and the cuff of her shorts are ripped.
Exposed and humiliated, she falls to her knees. Her lungs beg for mercy. But tonight, Sasuke shows little compassion.
Distracted by her state of dress, she doesn't notice the incoming black heel that slams into her rib cage. Her grip on the sword releases.
He plants the sole of his feet on Hinata's sternum and presses down. Bowing under the pressure she falls onto her back.
Hinata's attempts to push him off only increases the pressure on her breastbone. "Please-stop." She manages to wheeze out. The pressure stabilizes but doesn't cease.
Her vision blurs and she feels lightheaded as her consciousness slowly fades.
Sasuke grunts at her body's inability to keep up.
Hidden in the deep, dark crevices of her soul, Hinata's pride emerges at his vocal disdain. She refuses to be pitied or snared at in disgust. She taps into the strength of survival mode.
Sasuke feels a surge of chakra below him, then hisses as her nails rip through the fabric of his pants -drawing blood from his shin.
Hinata's attack is brief but is effective at closing the tenketsu points in his left, lower calf muscles, rendering that area immobile.
Stunned, Sasuke hops to the side.
Though exhausted, Hinata picks herself up from the ground with his Katana in hand. She channels chakra through the blade and slices through the air. He dodges it by jumping to his left side but he stumbles against a rock.
The millisecond of distraction aids her in delivering a kick to his right thigh. Off kilter, he stumbles backward.
The small smile of victory on her face vanishes instantly when a strong hand clamps down on her injured torso. Succumbing to the pain and force, he pulls her down to the grassy ground.
The descent is sobering, a snake without a body can still strike back.
Having the leverage of being above him, she doesn't squander the golden opportunity presented to win this battle. She grabs his wrist and pins it above his head. Then draws the glistening blade against his jugular.
His face remains stoic.
Infuriated at his lack of reaction or recognition of her skills, she roughly pushes the blade against his neck. The skin barrier breaks, allowing blood to stream out in tiny droplets.
"We're done." Hinata firmly announces as she tosses the katana to the side and releases his wrist.
She lifts her lower body off of his. Halfway between straddling him and fully standing, Sasuke's fingers curl around the belt loop of her shorts, forcing her back down onto him.
Hinata sees the lust in his half-lidded eye before she feels it pressed onto her most sensitive area.
What he is doing is immoral, against the oaths they both took decades ago, but she is incapable of halting his transgressions. She blames her complicity on the precipitousness of his new onslaught.
Her mouth betrays her as she whimpers when he clutches onto her plump backside molding their bodies even closer.
Hinata shivers as cold fingers explore the milky plains of her chest, teasing at the underside of her generous mounds.
Her body gains a mind of its own and she begins to grind against his erection.
Her mind and body are at an impasse, the former screaming to be released from Sasuke's devious ministrations and the latter addled with desire and longing.
Sasuke sits up and pulls her body flat against his, guiding her to deepen the friction. He nips her ear , then lightly sucks and licks the expanse of her neck.
The kneading of his engorged cock against her drenched pussy sends waves of bliss throughout her core. She's quickly becoming undone.
She cries out when he pinches one of her nipples encased by a white, cotton bra. Her body bucks at the intensity of pleasure coursing through her core. She bites into her lower lip to muffle the scream that accompanies her orgasm.
Sasuke brazenly observes the fruits of his labour. Too weak to turn away from his intense gaze, Hinata closes her eyes, enjoying the pulsations of her pussy as her body expels the last remaining remnants of her arousal.
The sensation of his hand against her zipper brings her out of this post-orgasmic bliss. Reality comes crashing in hard. Her mind is reeling. Her hand stops his as he unbuckles his belt. Sasuke frowns. She doesn't want to be a cock tease, but they can't go any further. They shouldn't go any further.
But she came and he didn't. The guilt of adultery is momentarily of lower precedence than the guilt of leaving him wanting after inadvertently promising him a similar release. It's an absurd notion, she knows it. But she is also recklessly bound to reciprocity.
If she gives him what she wants, would they be able to resume their barely acquainted relationship?
With trembling fingers, she helps unzip his pants which are now filthy with her essence.
Tears burn her eyes at the knowledge that she is about to cross another boundary and enter into unforgivable terrain.
She freezes at the sound of jovial chatter vibrating through the vacant compound.
It's an intangible reminder of the trust and love they have violated.
"Oh god, it's Boruto-kun." Hinata whispers in panicked fright.
Tonight my laptop was nearly destroyed when my SO accidentally kicked it off the foot of the bed. I couldn't get angry because why did I leave it there is the first place :( ? Thankfully he was able to get the old thing back up and running. Which is a good reminder that I should back up my drafts. Anyways, I immediately decided I should try to edit and publish all of my drafts before the work week begins.
I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. The next chapter is my favourite as it really gets into a bit of the drama of infidelity.
As always, I can't express how much I appreciate your feedback and would love to know what you think of this chapter.
I wish everyone all the best in 2022!