A/N- Trigger warning: self harm/blood.
Naruto P.O.V included.
Hinata POV
(Bunny)
It's nice, being awake…
Although she hadn't been center for a day, it seemed a lot longer.
She was jolted awake, thrusted up to the forefront—as though someone had violently shaken her awake.
She blinks.
The world rigged around her seemed quite pixelated and hazy. Her mind slugged, attempting to piece together the scenery around her.
Bright scribbles of blues and whites, intercepting with deep greenery.
Another blink.
The dronish shrill of cicadas touched her ears, grass rustling with rapid motion. Gnats tickling her right cheek.
She gasps, blinking once more.
The sky loomed, azure. Thin clouds yawn across the sky and long tree branches stretched up—obscuring her view.
W-where am I?
She faintly remembers her voice saying things, though she doesn't remember saying them. Things like, 'Don't hurt me', 'please stop', 'I don't want to hurt you—I-I don't want to—u-uncle, please d-don't', 'I'll c-call the cops.'
"W-why would I say t-t?"
She questioned herself, frowning in thought. Her feet dragged heavily over the dense underbrush of the forest, she staggered backward—and then forward, spinning around in fearful dismay.
The mental block always felt like a drill barreling through her brain, the more she tried to reach for a full memory—the more her head ached.
Her breath hitched.
"Don't run from me you little skank, I'll sell you off to that drug lord!"
She remembered her uncle yelled at her, standing over her—a syringe in his grip.
It felt so, cold…throat so sore.
Naked, under the coats in her closet, leather jackets, fleeces, dragging over her shoulders, mussing up her hair. The sharp pain like a knife through her chest wouldn't let her catch enough air so she choked, cried and screamed.
"Uncle p-p-please, I can do it without t-t-hat-t!"
His grip was icy, remorseless and painful. He had her by the calf, the ground slipped from beneath her.
A searing fire rips through her skull and she closes the door to the memory, turning her back to it. The throbbing in her head doesn't ebb immediately but after standing still—with her eyes wrenched shut, the pain does ease.
W-where am I?
She reiterates, waiting for one of them to tell her at least that.
Only silence, though she knows they're there, watching beneath her skin—looking through her eyes.
They were as conscious as she was, and they didn't like when she was awake.
Hinata's P.O.V
(Bunny)
He's so warm…
She had never been held so tightly, she felt like glass that had begun to crack but those arms held every shard in place.
The hug felt so foreign, pain was her skins most fervent lover.
Pain was warm…like the burn of a candle licking her thigh, the tip of a knife cutting open her wrists and the inexplicable joy she felt feeling her insides spill plush red and warm.
Her skin felt loud, like the scream trapped in her heart poured right out of her skin.
Red, hot and angry.
It hurts but at least it doesn't last forever.
"You're a lot of fucking trouble," Naruto says, "possibly more than you're worth."
It seemed true enough, that she was a burden.
She turned her face into his throat and felt the hot pulse in his neck thrumming against her top lip.
"I—I'm sorry..Naruto-k-"
Pain turned her tears warm, and she blinked and blinked to keep them at bay.
He smells…like fire…but earthy…like dirt and moss…
"Don't give me that," He replied throatily, his vocals vibrate against her lips and the gentlest of shivers took her spine. "get in control of your shit. What do you need to keep those other psychos in check? Those prescription pills you had, were they for your…condition?"
She nods, "Y-yes Naruto-kun."
"Why the fuck aren't you downing them every chance you get?"
"I-I don't have them, I-I think I-I left them home."
Naruto tosses his head back against the headrest of the Audi, aggravation apparent on his face.
"Left them!?" Naruto repeats and its said so brusquely that it makes her want to inch from him but his arms hold her there and he starts laughing, but it doesn't sound happy nor humorous. She still wants to bolt but the gentle shake of his chest radiates warmth. "Are you truly this fucking stupid? The only thing preventing you from going off the deep end and you just leave them laying around like a suggestion."
As nice as it feels being close to Naruto, her muscles seize up at the rough sound of his voice. Panic sensors ran amuck in her gut, and she tries to sit up.
Naruto tuts, "Oh no, no, no…we're just talking, right?" and before she could answer, "Look at me," he ordered. Hinata lifted her head gingerly.
His eyes were as azure as the sky, and well framed by his reddened eyelids, she notices a scratch through his brow. The scratch compliments his face, the faint marks that resembled whiskers along his cheeks, the hardness of his jaws—his angular nose.
She swallows hard.
"Always look at me," he added, "that's something that humans do, look at one another when they're being spoken to. Fuck, don't make this weird."
Something that felt similar to electricity burnt at her cheeks and she nodded.
"O—ok…"
Though as soon as she said it, her eyes sunk to his chin—embarrassment causing her breath to hitch. Her brain scrambled for an explanation but all she could think about were his eyes on her, his arms holding her in place and the idea that he had come back just for her.
Does, that mean—Naruto-kun, likes…me?
She sweltered against him, pinching her wrist.
Naruto's P.O.V
He was mad about her eyes. If there would ever come a day that Hinata doesn't exist, he wanted to be the one to take them and keep them, forever. They were full of immense pain, but so white—like a beam of hot light. She projected so much of herself from her eyes, they were windows, and he was a peeping tom, staring straight through them—watching her naked soul squirm behind them.
A glance never satisfied him; he wanted the whole fucking show. Wanted to climb through those windows and absorb every bit of the light, maybe even become it.
He watched her shrink and hide from him like a fool, the blood rushing to her cheeks as she stared down. Her body went stiff in his arms, and he always wondered what caused that sort of reaction from her.
She looked so fucking mortified and nervous. What the fuck did she think he was going to do?
Shortly after he realized the things that he had done.
Oh yeah.
"You know what, I could use a drink."
No, it wouldn't get the ball moving—as far as getting to Hinata's father's cabin—but it'd take the edge off, maybe for the both of them. Going to get Hinata's prescription was out of the question, the heat at her uncle's place hadn't died down since they uncovered his body. Since this isn't his first rodeo, he knew that from now until (if) they caught him, they'd keep an officer assigned to the place.
They were sitting ducks and that just didn't go over well with him, normally he'd be on the train—to another adventure.
Normally, he isn't such a dumb fuck.
He opened the door and Hinata climbed off his lap and outside of the Audi. Naruto hoisted himself out of the car, leaving the door open, he walked around the car toward the trunk.
"C'mere, I want to show you something," he spoke, beckoning her over with the flick of his finger. He opened the trunk and Hinata joined him, her arms stuck at her sides, palms flat against her legs. She stood on her toes beside him, peering into the trunk.
Naruto pushed aside the clutter, there were things he had tossed into the trunk just moments before he torched his home with that bastard's dead body inside. Lucky for him, he had stockpiled enough bottles of alcohol to start quite a bonfire. He wasted every bottle, smashing them on top of and around Sasuke's corpse until he reached the last bottle.
He decided to save it for something celebratory.
By no means was he the sentimental type but, even getting this far without detection from pedestrians or the police had to be some sort of miracle. This and the fact that his bunny had resurfaced were small victories during a tour that could possibly cause him his fucking life.
It was funny, thinking that one of his victory's hinged on the safety of a woman. This didn't sit right with him, but it didn't sit wrong with him either. Hinata wasn't like the women he interacted with for the sole purpose of deceiving or killing.
She knew what a piece of shit he was and never once acknowledged it, and he's certain some part of her knew he was a twisted devil—some part of her feared him and yet, some part of her seemed thrilled to stick around him.
To want to hug him, be near him—and please him. He often wondered the extent of what life had done to his bunny to make her stand on the train-track and ask the train to come faster.
And he'd imagine that she'd embrace it, like she embraced him.
Naruto recovered a bottle of vodka from swaddled in a green nylon blanket and then, he pulled a zip lock of pot from his pocket.
"Have you ever?"
"No," she shook her head, "I—I don't smoke."
"You do now."
The crazy bitch choked after he had specifically instructed her how to consume it. Her tiny hand in a fist against her chest as she coughed her tiny little heart out. He watched, more amused than the situation called for.
"That ah girl, that's a good sign."
She was bent at the waist, tears in her eyes—a few gliding down her right cheek. Dark hair slipped off her shoulders, curtaining her flushed face. Naruto stared down at her little shaky body.
He could barely suppress a small jolt of pleasure—watching her backside as she teetered. His hoodie might've been baggy, but he could see the thin slices that marred her skin. The marks seemed almost measured, as each one seemed about the same length and distance from each other.
A meticulous cutter…
They weren't like the marks on his mother, each mark deeper than the last—as though she was working up to it.
The marks on Hinata seemed like mere flesh wounds, not of the fatal kind.
"Did you run out of space on the front?"
She stood upright slowly, her back still toward him—she began to fidget with the hem of the hoodie with the hand that hadn't been holding the blunt.
"N—no."
It was a loaded moment, a squirrel skittered up the tree in front of Hinata and Naruto downed a few hot concentrated sips of vodka. After capping the bottle and placing it on the hood of the Audi, he walks up behind her placing his fingertips against the scars on her upper thigh. He dragged his hands up her thighs, the material of the hoodie bunching up.
He felt her shudder and that shit got to him. Stilling his motions he felt her heaving, her shoulders raising and raising. The lilac emanating from her skin like a pheromone.
Every pulse in his body beat deafeningly through his ears as he leaned in closer, gliding the hoodie up the curvature of her hips, grazing along her skin.
"Let me see, all of it."
Unlike the first time he had seen her gashed up body, this time he noticed the pattern, the uniformity. And he wondered if the other alters authored any of these slashes.
He ventured on and found light sunspot splotches on her lower back and a deep bite mark imprinted into her shoulder.
What the hell..
With a pass of his thumb, he determined its deepness to be at least a quarter of an inch in.
"My uncle…" Was all she said.
How the hell could he not have noticed that the day she stood there naked in his living room.
He thought about his father, casting his mother aside for dumb sluts but when he couldn't fly in one of his whores, or the local ones were busy he did give her the time of day.
Those were the times when his mother seemed the most content, though he'd notice she bore marks on her neck—bites all over her throat as though a pack of rabid dogs had been trying to eat through, to the bone.
'Kaasan you're bleeding'.
She'd just give him a small nervous grin, 'I'm ok baby, I promise'.
A silent rage pulsated through his veins—quickening the flow of blood. His hands shook, and he let the hoodie slip from his fingers. He examined his hands and shook the frenzied nerves within them.
The man had better be thinking Satan that Naruto hadn't gotten a hold of him. He'd still be very much alive and praying for death.
"Get in the car, we're getting your prescription."
All signs pointed to this being a dumb idea but all he could think about was that sick fuck biting into Hinata like a peach and triggering that drastic of a change in her.
He was the first person that alter had ever killed and who knows when it'd come back up and cause problems for him.