Zeelee-Vallen: I love you guys. Be prepared for a bumpy ride.

WARNING: This chapter is going to have graphic content. I hate rape, and do not find amusement in it at all. However, we as a society need to acknowledge it happens, and a lot more then it should. To both men and woman. Rape should not happen to anyone. And so, I want to write characters who are able to go through hell, break, yet keep going like many people have to do every day. I'm sorry if this chapter triggers anyone. I will keep it vague as possible.

XXXxxX Hinata, Age 7, Flashback XxXX

It was cold from the rain, but her skin was hot as fire as she leaned against the tree. Legs weak, they gave out from under her, her bottom hitting the grass. Her eyes roamed to her bloodied crotch, and hot tears fell once again. She was feverish, her eyes blurred from tears, sweat, and water, yet the blood marring her was not something she could forget.

Her womb wept crimson, and her insides persisted to scorch her as if to condemn her. Perhaps the fever was also punishment for her inability to save herself from that man. Tears mixed with the rain, her body too weak to sob. She could still feel his hands on her, and the hands of the servants who he had ordered to hold her down. Her dress, which was in tatters around her, bore no protection from him as he tore it away from her.

Flashes of his small beady eyes, and his oily lips haunted her. She squeezed her eyes shut, moving her gaze from her bloodied crotch. Looking at her shame did nothing. She was but a child, in a forest, running from men who wished to bring her back to that savage. If she was lucky, the wolves would get her first.

She needed to get farther. She needed to get farther from this place, before the servants or guard found her. She struggled to her feet, her legs, hips, and her body screaming in protest. The grass was sharp against her bare feet, but the rocks and shrubs is what tore her skin. She ignored the pain, pushing herself to go farther.

Escape. She needed to escape.

Zetsu.

Where was Zetsu? She needed him. Gods be, she needed him. He unwillingly left about a week before. The Elder demon had forced him to go the land of demons. For his safety, they said as they drug him away from her. It became a common occurrence. He would escape, find her, then they would come for him not long after.

This would never have happened if he was there. He was much better to her then most humans, he would have warped them away from that horrible place. That… Horrible place… Horrible people…. She hands shook uncontrollably as she started to force herself through thick underbrush. The rain had either stopped, or the trees were too thick for it to reach her. Either way, she was glad the cold no longer pierced her skin.

Her body shook, and waves of pain from her torn body begging her to stop. But she did not. She kept going, sliding through the thinner areas, and forcing her way through the thick.

She would keep going. She promised herself the day her mother died, that she would keep going.

She came across an exceptionally thick part of the brush. She pushed, trying her darndest to get through. Perhaps this brush would be what kept her pursuers away!

It gave away, and suddenly she fell into a field. The grass was soft, the flowers fragrant and colorful in the moon light. She blinked owlishly as she pushed her aching body up. The flowers danced around her wounded arms, the blood leaking from scrapes, and over the bruises left by many hands. It was… Beautiful. She looked up, eyes wide as the full moon shone down on her. In the middle of the field, a shadowed mound rose, making her scurry to her feet. Did she come across a bear in slumber?!

"How dare you enter my domain, human." The smell of earth and sand filled her nose as a huge shadow blocked out any moonlight that had graced her. It was huge, and sand swirled around it. Huge, black eyes with pinpoints of gold greeted her.

A demon! Her legs, still so weak, finally gave out under her. She was safe. Tears of relief pooled in her eyes, and she smiled at the demon, the tears overflowing from the action. "I'm so glad you are here." She said, inching forward. The demon was still, its piercing yellow eyes that matched Zetsu's, comforted her as she approached. "Please, please, let me stay here for the night. I will feel safer with you."

"Safe?" The demon sounded a bit surprised, but she did not know why. The demon sat, his large tail slowly moving back and forth above the flowers. He seemed careful not to needlessly damage them. He was kind, like Zetsu, to plants.

She reached out to the sand that seemed to act as its skin, pausing when the sand in the clearing began to shift dangerously. Ah, he did not wish contact, unlike Zetsu, who always asked for it. "So-Sorry. Zetsu likes when I touch him." The sand shifted again, as the demon backed away from her. He seemed to be very wary of her. He was rather different then Zetsu, or the Elder demon. The Elder demon always enjoyed when they held hands. Sometimes, he held her hand as he snuck her out of the Hyuga grounds, as a sorry for taking Zetsu.

This demon, large and animal like, was a bit different. She was too used to her interactions with Zetsu and the Elder demon, she needed to be more wary of herself. Maybe not all demons were as ready to be friendly. However, that thought hurt her heart.

"You want to… Touch?" She blinked, eyes going to where the demon sat. He seemed smaller now, and the sand and settled to gentle swirls around them. Tentatively, smooth sand caressed her skin. She blinked, surprised by the warm of it. It felt… Nice.

She blinked back tears.

He was so much more gentle then… The sand retreated quickly as tears fell. She rubbed her cheeks, trying to hide them.

"I have made you cry." He said, backing away again. The sand that had swirled around her backed away as well.

"N-No." She held herself, body still in pain from what had conspired. "It- it wasn't you…" She tried to smile, but it felt forced.

"You were hurt." The demon took a step forward, getting slightly closer. She nodded. The blood was all to obvious to her, but was mostly washed away by the earlier rain. He only now seemed to notice. That, or he was doing his best to not notice. She clutched the dress around her, a shiver racking her body. She was hot, so hot… Why was she shivering?

She blinked, hands of ghosts touching her skin, prying her thighs open. Se blinked harder, shaking her head as she tried to rid herself from their hands.

The pain of being torn, and the humiliation as the servants watched her with blank faces.

She sobbed, her body shaking. She curled into a ball, reliving it over and over. Gods be.. she was tired, so tired. Yet, it kept haunting her every time she looked at her ragged clothes, or bruised skin, or her small hands. She was.. so useless. She hated herself, but mostly… them.

She just wanted it to go away! Why was she being forced to experience it over and over again?! Wasn't once enough!? He anger bubbled, but soon died away once the hands of ghosts touched her again.

The demon settled not to far from her, and at least she had the comfort of knowing he was there. A demon was less likely to hurt her, then a human.

She was so tired. So so tired. She wanted to sleep… She closed her eyes, biting her cheek when she felt the ache between her legs. Yet, sleep came. And went, just as fast.

She awoke to birds chirping, and her eyes gummed shut. She tried to swallow, but she had no saliva to coat her mouth, let alone her throat.

Did she even sleep? Where did the time go?

She rubbed her eyes, the sharpness of the light slowly brining her too. She looked around for the demon, but instead found a human.

No… He just looked like a human, like the Elder demon and Zetsu without his larger leaves. She struggled to sit up, her body protesting at each minor movement. Eyes of the clearest spring watched her, his red hair reflecting the warm sunlight. He wore nothing but his sand, that covered his most private places. She appreciated he hid such parts, Zetsu was the opposite. It lightly bothered her before, but now… It bothered her in another way. The thought of zetsu being naked infront of her.. The feeling of hands ghosted her skin, making her shiver. No… Zetsu was not like that. She doubted this demon was like that either. After all, he did nothing as she laid broken infront of him.

This demon was kind, like Zetsu or the Elder demon was to her.

"You are awake." He spoke, his voice now lighter in tone, yet so deep it rumbled. She smiled at him, nodding. Yet, her hands shook, and her body ached.

"Th… Thank you." She forced from parched lips. One of them broke, a sharp stinging making her flinch as she raised her hand to her lip and pulled back. Warm blood coated her fingertips.

"Thank… me?" The demon's voice was faint, as if the words were only for him. She did not respond, not wanting to offend him.

She needed water.

She struggled to her feet. Legs wobbly, and aching, she forced herself into a curtsy. "Thank you… Sir Demon." She gave him another smile, and he blinked at her in return. "I hope to return your kindness one day." She pulled out her handkerchief which she kept in her breast, which was the only thing she had free from her blood. She was glad she did not lose it last night in her escape. "Please take this a token, so one day I may repay you." She held it out. The red silk was chosen by her handmaiden, and she had embroidered a lily of white on it. It was her first piece, one which was supposed to be held by her champion in the next hunt with she was 9.

However… The demon was kind, and deserved it. Sand swirled around it, and she released it. The sand gripped it, taking it to the demon. Eyes the color of spring water turned back to her, and she had to look away at the intensity.

"Kindness?" His voice was smooth, but she could hear the question. He crossed his arms, the handkerchief still held by sand.

"You have been very kind to me." She glanced at him, before looking back down to his feet. "I have imposed on you long enough, I should take my leave." She looked around the clearing. But… Where did she go? She needed water, badly. And her body was not prepared for a journey.

The ground parted to two large leaves.

"Zetsu!" The threw herself into his arms before he could finish his arrival, his leaves only slightly parted. He smiled at her, sharp teeth flashing in the morning light. He grew again, she noted. She only came up to his collar bone now. Yet a few months ago, they were the same height.

She was missing his growth. She rubbed her face into his chest, taking in his earthy smell. "My Hinata." She felt his fingers threat through her hair, while his other rested on her back. Ghosts of hands tried to invade her, but she pushed it back, clinging to him tighter. "You have been hurt." His voice went tones deeper, and she clung to him harder. She could feel him shift as the other demons presence became known to him.

Oh, no. "It was not him. He was kind, he watched over me last night." Golden eyes roamed over her face, searching. She smiled at him, reassuring him best as she could. It wavered, when her crotch ached.

She would have a lot to tell him.

But right now, she was tired. And she was sore, and thirsty. "Can… Can we go home?" Her fingers dug into his skin, and she tried her best to force back a new wave of tears. Home. It was… Going to be bad. She was sure the news would have reached her fathers ears by now.

"Wait." It was the red haired demon. She peeked at him, the burning behind her eyes threatening to spill. She nodded at him, forcing another smile. "Take this." Sand wrapped around her ankle suddenly, making her blink. She looked down, lifting her dress to find a bangle of sand around her ankle. "I will be in touch, I wish to know more about you." The demon was apathetic in tone, yet the words were so kind.

They warped down into the ground before she could say anything back.

Zetsu held her tightly, his fingers digging into her back. "My Hinata." She could hear him rumble.

XxXXXX End of flashback XXxxxX

Note: Shukaku is part of Gaara in this story. He is going to his demon form! And he is forced into it on full moons.

Second note: Should I redo this story in terms of timeline? Also who can guess who the Elder Demon is?