A/N: Trying my hand at a new pairing here...And a rather obscure one at that. It's not as twisted as it probably should have been, and too OOC for my liking, but there you have it. Hopefully it'll all turn out alright anyways.
Disclaimer: Naruto and its characters are property of Masashi Kishimoto.
When Hinata awoke in the morning to find herself completely alone in the bedroom, the opposite side of the bed still warm and in disarray from its habitation the night before, she was not suprised. Nor did it shock her when she heard a tap on the window during the evening, signalling the end of the same routine that they went through every day; no, every week. Every year, it seemed. And after Kabuto had climbed in through the window and brushed her pale cheek with his lips in a brusque kiss, she would be greeted with the familiar smear of blood on the windowpanes from his hand, usually someone else's but very rarely his own. Anymore, this didn't scare her or even do so much as elicit a gasp. Now she merely smiled to herself and cleaned the crimson stain from the glass with her sleeve, comfortable in the familiarity of this action. Why shouldn't she?, he had thought once before. After all, it's the closest thing to domesticity that we'll ever get. And perhaps there was truth to this, not that either of them minded or even cared; just so long as the routine kept the same, she would be content for him to come back to her forever.
...Even if forever didn't last very long.