A/N- Short chapter before the bigger chapter. Enjoy the week, We'll be back next week with part two of this encounter. Sorry for the cliffy, it was a big chapter.
Naruto P.O.V
"Naruto-kun," Hinata speaks up, gently, toying with the fingers in her lap, "Maybe I should be the one…to speak to Lee first. It's j-just, well, if you show up—it may intimidate him."
Naruto cuts the engine, "Exactly."
Silence.
Silence.
He looks over at the woman beside him and she looks back. She was such a frail little thing, like a twig he knew he could snap if he wasn't careful enough. The truth is, she was right—if he gets out of the car there's no telling what type of shit he'd inflict on Lee (and boy had he envisioned a few on the way here).
It'd be foolish of him to think that he could predict Lee's reaction to seeing him—what with being informed by the media that he had committed a series of grisly murders. Making more ripples wasn't in their best interest and as much as he'd like to think that he could get away with adding just one more name to the Tuesday morning obituary column—fuck—he'd have to just settle for now.
"Goddammit…d'you remember the house?"
Hinata nods attentively, "Y—yes."
With his arms crossed over his chest he stared out the windshield with looming uncertainty.
"You have," he gestured at his head in a circular motion, "all those freaks in there, in check?"
The little psycho smiled at him, it was shaky and borderline confusing like an obedient slave that knows they're fodder but believes that they serve a higher purpose. Her eyelids lowered around her eyes, they resembled precious opal with an iridescent luster of purple.
"N—no b-but right now, I feel in control."
Her brows knitted with worry, as though she wasn't as sure as she seemed but then she reached over the middle compartment to place a palm on his knee.
"I—I'll do my best, Naruto-kun." She assured him, heaving—clearly frightened of his response but touching him anyway.
All he could think about was the last time they had been isolated in his car, and the way she surrendered that little mouth.
The gall she had, to just look him in the eye with her mouth full and the willful stroke of her lips twisting up the length of his engorged dick. Wet, hot, pulling him to the edge of tolerance—stirring up that feral urge but that wasn't all.
That feeling…
The way her eyes rolled back, and tears trekked down her cheeks. The way she gagged around him and enjoyed him, he often wondered if she had soaked her panties just from the humiliation.
So eager…
He had relived that moment more times than he's slept. It was the imagine that came to mind when he thinks of something disappointingly fleeting.
It wasn't enough.
He has no idea how he possessed the restraint to allow his bunny to leave without spraying as many loads as he could get off into her womb.
It never occurred to him to cum in someone who would continue living but that night—he bit back his impulses, the ones that wanted to tear off those leggings and lay into her in the front seat.
Knowing everything that's happened to Hinata, he felt somewhat irredeemable for thinking the nasty shit he often does but not bad enough to stop.
"Take off your shoes."
She looked like she'd ask why but she didn't.
The girl obediently slipped out of her boots, and he kept his eye on the cotton fabric of the hoodie riding up her thigh with every motion.
Sometimes he got sick of himself.
Hinata POV
(Bunny)
Grass, football, lamp post, dogs….
Grass, football, lamp post, dogs…
It helps to stay planted in the moment.
Like keeping two feet firmly planted on the ground.
The feel of bladed grass under her feet as she walked through Lee's front yard.
Dry and crunchy.
Abandoned football on the veranda, the lamp pole she slid her fingertips across.
Cold, dewy, steely.
The distressed barking of the neighborhood dogs that prompted her to stumble up the steps.
Sometimes thoughts filtered through, thoughts—though not hers—though hers.
A particularly loud thought seemed to urge her to look over her shoulder and panic turned her nerves jittery, like a caffeinated high keeping her buzzed with worry—and furious excitement. It courses through her veins, and she could hear the pounce of her heart through her ears.
Grass, football…lamp…po-
Key's jingle and an older man with gray hair strides down the pavement with only a cursory look in her direction.
She watches the stranger until he's out of sight, and her eyes search through the dark until they find the Audi crawling to a stop on the opposite side of the street—no headlights.
Naruto-kun.
She hadn't realized she discontinued breathing until the air releases the pressure within her chest and the shakiest sigh trickled from her lips. Hinata sucks up a quick breath and twists back around on her bare feet.
L-lamp post…dogs..
The blaring noise of television and see flickering blue light through the blinds of the front window. After a deep breath, she musters up the strength to knock.
Knock, knock, knock.
After maybe a minute, she looks over her shoulder at the Audi, though she can't distinguish Naruto through the tint, she just knew he was watching.
He didn't like her idea.
"Who's there?! And don't attempt to lie—you're under surveillance!"
Her heart lurched and fear clawed up her throat, she crowded against the door, speaking low, "L—lee, it's Hinata," she whispered her name.
"What?!"
"Hinata…" she reiterated, leaning into the crack of the door.
There was a moment where she dreaded the idea of repeating it again.
"H-holy shit," Lee comments incredulously, "H—hinata Hyuuga is that really you?"
"Yes, it's me, I—I'm hurt," she regrets lying—though technically the wound did itch every now and again and she had picked at it on the way over to make the story more believable. The stitches seemed to be slightly inflamed and reddened, "I—I need your help. M-m-my stab wound…it itches and it's still bloody,"
When he didn't say anything, she prattled on, "I—I don't know how to care for—for it—I-I've never been sewn…"
A minute prolonged.
"Alone?"
"Y—yes, alone."
The wind ruffled her hair slightly and she pulled at the drawstrings of Naruto's hood nervously.
Lee sighs, something knocks lightly against the door. A moment later there are several audible clicks, the subdued ker-chunk sound of a deadbolt and the door comes slightly ajar.
Hinata immediately recognizes him, though he's holding a bat and poking his head out the door. He gazes off behind Hinata—doing a thorough sweep before stepping back.
"Hurry in."
"Kay."
The moment she's inside Lee slams the door shut and hastily locks it, it almost seems like a routine.
"I'm calling the fucking police!" He's shouting.
"Why?"
"Why!?" Lee repeats in an outrage, shooting Hinata a look of sheer bewilderment, "Where the hell have you been for the past two day's Hinata? People have died, SAKURA is dead—our classmate—y—your uncle, and Sasuke. They were murdered, ok and everyone thinks that barbaric thing has you too. I thought you were dead, everyone at school does too."
Hinata swallows, watching Lee toss the bat on a gray settee and rush over to procure his phone from the dining room table.
There's a commercial on tv about yogurt and Lee already has his cell in hand.
"P—please don't call them, I'm fine."
"You look…unwell, did—did Naru-Menma…hurt you?" he paces, shaking his short bowl cut about with a huff, "Shit—I mean I know, the stuff with Sasuke may confuse you, but—but it was a tough call. An-an-and he had a gun Hinata…a real one…he told me about Naruto, and before I-I knew he just—took you," He pauses, staring heavenward for a minute, his arms over his head, "Fuck, everything is so messed up…I—I need to call the police. You need help-we need help."
"Lee, don't," She pleads once more, advancing toward him, "I-I'm ok. See, I forgive you…I told him you didn't have a choice."
"You're not even wearing any shoes…for godssake..." He looks her over from head to toe, "Him?"
A knock on the door causes both Hinata and Lee to jump, their eyes darting toward the door.
"Knock, knock. I think I gave you a good head start, it's my turn." Naruto says into the crack of the door.
Lee's breath hitches, his face drained of color. He spun around, dropped his cell and made a mad dash for the back door.