A/N: hi, I'm sorry for being late. I am now in grad school and in Korea so I cannot update often, but I will do my best. Thank you and enjoy!
Warning: very very explicitly sexual, role played non consensual(aka 'rapey') scenes. DO NOT READ if sensitive to highly inappropriate sexual, forced content!!!
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"Ah-ah, Sa-Sasuke kun…"
She dug her fingers onto his back when he tried to push her down on her back. They were still in the middle of role playing in the hospital, and as embarrassing as it is to admit, she was calling him 'Sasuke kun.' If either of them calls their current names "Sasuke" or "Hinata," that is the sign role playing was over.
It was driving her crazy. Having sex with Sasuke was already a very intimate, private moment, but he insisted on bringing back their past and reliving it through each other's body. It was unimaginable and crude. They should leave their pasts as pasts, she thought. She thought, she believed, she knew that the past 'what if's' shouldn't be explored. But Sasuke wouldn't let her. It seemed as if he wanted to dig up their past and reshape it in order to make himself feel better. But, wanting to please him, she decided to fulfill Sasuke's past constructing fantasy.
But the truth is—back then when they were teenagers, she thought she and Naruto were destined. At the very least, she thought if there was one person she'll end up with, it will be Naruto kun. It never was Sasuke kun. The possibility never crossed her mind. It wasn't that she thought Sasuke kun was too good for her or that Naruto kun was more in her league. She never really thought she was good for anyone, let alone Konoha's prodigies. Also, Sasuke and she didn't exchange a lot of words in private, while she and Naruto often spoke of their dreams(mostly his), fears(mostly hers), and promises to have each other's back. She never knew that such innocent, benign actions caused her to fall out of favor with Uchiha Sasuke, and she assumed he hated her because she wasn't pulling in enough of her weight. She tried to be in Uchiha Sasuke's good graces with her hard work, but he was difficult to please.
She reflected with bitterness, 'only one girl is capable of winning his approval...and God knows it isn't me.'
Back then, it never occurred to her that they'll do this—she and Sasuke. Back then, she lightly bowed her head to him and he would nod back as a curt way of saying 'hello.' They were formal and polite to one another. During missions and even in Konoha, when they cross paths in the middle of the bustling streets. At most, she was what one would call 'friendly' to her teammate and leader, Sasuke. But never, never did she think they would be taking their clothes off, touch each other's privates, and...and...
He panted and tried to bind himself closer to her, as if he was afraid she was going to disappear any second. "Hinata chan, spread your legs a little wider...yes...yes, Hina chan. Don't fight it."
She whimpered and threw her head back, but he didn't even show a speck of remorse or pity for using his position as the leader to force himself upon his petite, loyal teammate. In fact, he moved against her faster and faster. Her delicate ankles dangled precariously outside the edge of the bed that squeaked in protest to their weight and erratic movements.
She beat his arms with her fists and cried, "no, no, no!"
When she looked into his eyes, she saw a cold, discerning mad man.
He panted, and the hot breath coming from his mouth covered the thin space between them, "You asked for this, Hinata chan."
He rubbed the tip of his nose against hers and continued to spill in his skillfully hidden aberrations, "You wanted this too, didn't you? You were always smiling at me—you wanted it—or else, you wouldn't be smiling, coming to my house to discuss missions, helping me—" His voice was soft, so soft it frightened her.
Blushing, she pretended to fight him off. What Sasuke—no, Sasuke kun said was ludicrous. The actions that he listed as proof that she wanted Sasuke in her bed were perfectly common and even obligated acts between teammates. If those were seductive moves, she had to sleep with all those she joined missions with! Not only that, she would mostly be following Naruto and Sakura or others when she has something to discuss in length with Sasuke. If she was trying to seduce him, she should be choosing more forthcoming gestures than that.
So Sasuke's claim that these were all seductive moves on her part was ludicrous.
"Sasuke kun," she gasped, "if what I did was seducing..."
She turned her face away when he looked down at her with blazing eyes. It was to much to look straight in to his eyes. Once she got used to their magnificent beauty, she became nervous by how his stare seemed to be omniscient and calculating.
Before she could stop herself, her lips—her stupid mouth started spouting her deepest thoughts. Before she could clamp her mouth shut, she spat out her next words, with bitterness, "shouldn't you be bedding Sakura chan?" She snapped.
There, she just said it. She just said the name of the woman she was frighteningly jealous of. The one person who will always be Sasuke's most trusted female friend. The irreplaceable Team Kakashi companion, genius in medicine and art of war, woman warrior—the only woman Ino would acknowledge as Sasuke's worthy partner. Oh, and there was Uzumaki Karin (she bit her bottom lip), but that was another issue. She didn't want to feel degraded by her own lack of self worth or age old petty jealousy anymore.
Sasuke has made his complaints about the meaning Naruto has in her life. But she never cornered Sasuke about Sakura until...now.
He has no right to be so angry about her and Naruto's past relationship when he had plenty if history with Sakura.
Sasuke looked down at her as if she just managed to slap him. Then slowly, his eyes renewed its crazed heat.
He grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them above her head and immobilized her. Then his other hand clawed on her robe and tore them into pieces. When he tore at her robe as if it was thin tissue paper, all she could see was his perfect white teeth gritted in fury and hear his pants and sounds of fabric ripping.
"No..." she writhed and twisted to break free from his grasp as she saw how the man above her easily tore her clothes with his bare hands, "no, nooo!"
Hinata screamed, but her screams only served to excite him. He continued ripping at her clothes with renewed fervor. Gradually, he saw her round, pale cleavage innocently peeping beneath her ripped bodice. He damaged her clothes enough to see hints of her privates—a scrap of fabric wrapped loosely around her thigh, a flimsy rag over her breasts, her belly button. Her pubic area that was half concealed by a scrap seemed to be whispering sweet words of seduction to him. The scent between her milk white, thick thighs drifted above and made his mouth water. The musky odor caused him to swallow the lump in his throat, and the audible sound of gulping alarmed him.
He paused and looked down at her. He looked at her flushed cheeks, panting lips, and finally to her fiery eyes. Then he suddenly slammed himself on her. The shock caused her to cry out loud.
Then all she could hear were sounds of the squeaking bed frame and his harsh pants as he lifted her legs up on his elbows and moved in and out of her.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch
As she felt his hot cock fill in and out of her, she cried, "Sa-Sasuke kun-"
He didn't answer. Instead, all she could hear was the short, repetitive, and sticky sounds of his core slapping against her wet thighs.
A small tear formed in her eye. How could mentioning Sakura's name once bring him to such crazed state? How could Sakura's chan's name have such aphrodisiac power over this man? She struggled to swallow her tears. She hated Sakura chan. She hated him. But most of all, she hated herself. She was the one acting like a female dog in heat in the hands of a man who didn't desire her. She looked down to see his perfectly chiseled core move in between her spread thighs and then retreat, only to move in between her legs.
She gasped-"Sasuke kun-"
"Shut up-"
Slap-slap-slapHis hot cock filled in and out of her, and Hinata squeezed her eyes shut in shame as she felt his body slap against her round, wet buttocks and smear her liquids on her butt and on her entrance.
Meanwhile, Sasuke grinned as he looked down at Hinata and how she's unable to open her eyes wide and stare back at him in challenge. Her spine arched as she curled into herself like a little hibernating mammal. Like a baby chipmunk, he mused.
After readjusting her legs over his arms, he continued the physical onslaught of thrusts, withdrawals, rubbing, and teasing. Then he felt himself getting close to the brink, and his stomach clenched and knees bucked under pressure. He has barely restrained himself from spilling his seed into her, and the minute hair on his face rose as he pushed himself into her body and shuddered.
The way he convulsively shuddered always managed to elicit some unknown fear in Hinata, and she would automatically reach out her hand to grab him in case he collapses. But he never collapsed after his first, and he always demonstrated speedy recovery.
Hinata whined when he settled himself between her legs like a strong boulder. But he grabbed a muss of her dark blue hair in his fist and when she looked at him tiredly, he coaxed and urged her to wake up with a rough kiss. When she moaned, he thought he accidentally hurt her so he licked her bottom lip apologetically and started to gently kiss her.
Between pants and deceivingly gentle kisses, he moved in and out of her with increasing speed. His buttocks hardened as he continued his thrusts, and he felt the rush of euphoria as his body bucked and strained against hers.
As he continued to move in her at a feverish pace, she struggled to contain her tears.
'Does Sakura mean that much to you, Sasuke kun? So much that I shouldn't even dare to insult her?' She wanted to cry out those questions onto his face, but she was powerless, naked and receiving his powerful, equally naked thrusts. She was just a pitiful, naked body that was his object of lust.
She never indulged in the thought that she could be Sasuke's match. She doubted that any kunoichi, even Sakura, could defeat or fight off Sasuke if he intended to have any of them. But she knew Sakura or Ino or Karin would be perfectly willing to be Sasuke's bedmates. Just knowing that made her feel knots twisting in her stomach.
But look where her jealousy led her.
The man she loved was punishing her for insulting the woman he viewed as his only equal. And here she was writhing in lust and pleasure in the hands of a man who didn't care for her except to punish her for insulting his beloved.She couldn't believe that he was treating her as if she was some common whore just because she revealed her secret hatred of Sakura and envy of their relationship. She was his wife—shouldn't she be understood if she was jealous?
As she was battling her inner demons, Sasuke looked down at her. His brows knitted as he stared at her in an unreadable expression. His lips formed a straight line. He could tell that her thoughts were elsewhere. Anger spread like a wildfire. How dare she.
While Hinata was still thinking of Sakura, she suddenly felt her lower half lifting and shuddering convulsively. Her gaze snapped to the man above her, and surprise, then agony surfaced in her face.
"Sasuke kun, please-ah! Ah-ah-ah!"
Slap-slap-slap
His thick cock that ploughed into her and the dominant strength of his thighs told her that she had no right to speak unless he wanted her to.
She turned her head away and cried, "noo," but he grabbed her wrists and dug himself more deeply into her and grunted under his breath.
A long dark strand grazed his cheekbone fell in front of his face as he slammed his core against hers. His tongue came out and swiped across his lips as he looked down at her panting face.
"Sasuke kun, please, forgive—I, I won't mention Sakura's name again—please"
He panted, taking a minute of break. Hinata sighed, thinking that it was over. Until he suddenly raised her lower half up and sank his cock onto her. Her eye's widened as she saw him slowly sink his hard length into her, bobbing his cock onto her.
As he rapidly entered in and out of her in savage thrusts, he looked down at her pale, beautiful body. His large hand reached out to touch the expanse of her lovely belly, her round breasts, and curvaceous side. Her belly was still a little swollen because she gave birth, but he liked it. It looks cute, he thought. His hand touched her carefully, his pads tracing her skin as if she was a piece of art. She trembled at his touch. Whether it was disgust at his touch or pleasure, he had no way of knowing.
She was so achingly beautiful. And she was his. For so damn long, he wanted her, dreamt of having her.
As he ravaged her, he thought, 'and now finally, she's mine. Both past and present."
As his cock entered her milky soft depths, he looked at her face, her eyes squinted shut and lips opened and panting, breasts dangling.
But her cry jolted him from his thoughts and poured ice water over his bliss.
"I won't insult her anymore!"
Then Sasuke's eyes widened and he stopped his movements. "Hm?"
Hinata turned to the other side and sobbed and covered her face. At the sight of her tears and trembling shoulders, Sasuke felt a sharp ache in his chest.
"Hinata," Sasuke urgently called his beloved wife's name, signalling that their role play is over, "what do you mean?"
When she shook her head and refused to look at him, he grabbed her shoulders and turned her to him, "why are you crying?" He rubbed the corners of her puffy red eyes with the pad of his thumb and smudged a tear across her temple. He looked into her face with concern.
She kept shedding tears, "Anata, you're mean, no you're cruel, do you know that?"
When Sasuke wasn't able to say anything, she hiccuped and wiped her flowing tears, "you-you accuse me for having feelings for Naruto kun in the past,but" she sniffed, "what about you and Sakura chan?"
He looked down at her speechless. When she saw his handsome, stunned expression, she grimaced as if she caught him redhanded.
He let out a deep breath as if to keep his infamous temper under control and spoke deliberately, his calm visage betraying the anger inside, "what about me and Sakura?"
"See, look!" She wept but continued rebelliously, "y-you don't know h-how I felt whenever you called Sakura chan, 'Sakura.' It took you six years to call me 'Hinata' without a suffix! Even now, for speaking ill of Sakura chan for just once, you're punishing me—"
He looked at her with utter disbelief, "You think I'm mad at you for her sake?"
She shot back, "Then why else, would you be mad at me for speaking of her?"
"Hinata." He pursed his lips and let out a deep breath. When she tried to turn away and pretend to go to sleep, he grabbed her and forced her to look at him. His large hands grabbed both sides of her cheeks and made her face him. At first, she stubbornly shut her eyes, but slowly she opened them to see Sasuke's face.
As he made eye contact, he said each word as clearly as he could,
"Hinata, you're my wife. And my wife just told me to go fuck another woman."
Hinata swallowed. Her gaze fell down to the mattress and she fidgeted, but he still kept her in place.
He continued, but this time his anger could be skin-felt.
"What kind of husband wouldn't get upset?" He started to raise his voice, "what do you take me for?" She swallowed the lump in her throat. It didn't take a genius to know that he was really angry.
"Sasuke..."
"Once you said "go fuck Sakura," I almost went beserk. It just doesn't make sense, unless you hated me and wanted me to be as far as possible."
"No, that's not true!" She raised her voice, but she felt herself shuddering in spite of herself. It has been a while since she was the object of Sasuke's fury. "I-I never said I wanted you to leave!"
"Don't play with me!" He snarled, "then why did you say that I should've been bedding Sakura instead? Why is she even important?"
Her byakugan looked at him with tears of anger, resentment, and desire, "because when we talk about our past, I can't help but think about Sakura!"
The effect of her words was explosive, and Sasuke released his grip on her face.
He gritted his teeth, " what if I told you to go fuck Naruto?"
Hinata stared at him, covering her breasts with her arms, "Sasuke..."
"Except I wouldn't," his lips curved into a cold smile, "no matter how mad I get, I would never say such thing. I would rather choke the last piece of life from his breath and mine than see you and Naruto sharing yin and yang."
She blushed profusely and hid her face with her hands in mortification of his words. Then it registered to her. How hurtful her insecurity ridden words must have been.
She carefully caressed his face with her hands, de tangled the knots in his ink black hair, and rubbed her nose against his high cheekbone. After some hesitation, she finally let go of her stupid pride and said "I-I always have been jealous of Haruno chan...She...she was the closest female to you and Naruto kun."
"Wh-when you said th-that I was seducing you by being your teammate, I couldn't help but be reminded of Haruno chan and how close you two were. I was jealous and...I said something I shouldn't have said out of spite."
She closed her eyes and held his face to her chest, "I keep telling you that there is nothing between me and Naruto kun anymore, and I rebuke you for being insecure about my love...but it turned out that I was the insecure one. I'm the one living with the past."
He looked up to her. Then he made a faint smile as he pushed her on her back.
As he gazed at her blue dark hair sprawling on the mattress, he whispered,
"There are old childhood tales about the Uchiha clan matriarchs. They're said to be very jealous.
So jealous that they would do anything to eliminate their rivals in love."
He drawled as he held a strand of her long hair and rubbed it between his fingers, "one dragged her rival to an underground torture chamber and dismembered her. Another poisoned her husband's lover who was a singer, and turned her mute so she could beg on the streets."
His dark abysmal eyes glowed a deep scarlet red and ringlet purple as he gazed at her pale face. When she turned her face away in horror, he grabbed her bosom and squeezed her dough-like flesh. She winced and covered her mouth.
He whispered into her ear subtly, "Act like you have blood thirst, Hinata. Crush her. Poison her so she couldn't speak to me ever again. I would actually be flattered, no elated if you were that jealous for me."
She trembled as she refused to look at him, "Sasuke..."
He grabbed both of her breasts and added just enough pressure to rekindle that burst of arousal.
As he watched her eyes turn hazy in arousal, he quietly enunciated each word,
"You could do the worst heathen things to Sakura, and you'll still be sweet and lovable in my eyes."
He dug his fingers into her waist and ground on her in a way that made her wonder if he was a man or an animal. But she knew that she was a bigger aberration. Her desires to be swept in his violent love making as abnormal and outrageous. She was the pervert who wanted to be shackled and bound.
As he spread her legs and slowly tortured her with his tongue, he chuckled, "but I have to admit...Jealous Hinata was very provocative. It was fun punishing her. I would've loved punishing her more. Perhaps lick on her lipids like I'm doing now."
"D-Don't sa-say that," she protested as he licked onto her wetness, slurped and gulped. She moaned, "ummm..."
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When Hinata opened her eyes, she still felt dazed and a little disoriented from last night. Even when she moved her fingers, she still felt as if she was in a middle of a dream. Her cheeks turned red at the memories that transpired just a few hours ago. The color of her cheeks looked slightly tawny orange in the morning sunrise. Her lips opened and shut as she processed each moment-his rough grab on her shoulder and gentle kiss on her brow, the way his organ felt in every thrust and his sturdy hold on her hip so she doesn't collapse under his weight. He alternated between being ruthless and devoted, uncaring and gentle.
The color of tawny orange bloomed more fiercely on her face. How did she come to love such a man? Granted, she never expected that he would have such a wayward, dominant sexual persona. Rather, in the beginning, she thought that he must be very shy. People might laugh, but it was true. She thought he would be very shy and inexpressive. In the beginning of their relationship, Sasuke didn't even know how to sweetly usher her to a fancy restaurant. She laughed when she remembered how he grimaced as she made fun of his dry invitation to dinner, "Dinner ouside, tonight." To others, he just seemed rude, but he was so cute in her eyes. So in their early honeymoon, she told herself that she has to be patient and correct him if he makes equally clumsy but endearing blunders during their first night. After all, it was her first and it is his first time to get to know her in such way. They'll inform each other of their habits, desires, and flaws, and grow hand in hand. And they'll be one. That was her romantic expectation of their sexual and married life.
But it turned out that she was very wrong. Quickly, she learned that a person's dating personality doesn't always reflect his sexual preferences. At night, Sasuke was far from inexpressive. He was actually extremely expressive to Hinata, and she was enthralled and scared. He was open and passionate, and even though she was entranced, she was still afraid to expose herself the way Sasuke does. She admired how effortlessly he showed himself. How confident he was, and so beautiful that his every expression and transition looked like a carefully curated film clip. He made every crude and pornographic position look like an elegant movement, like some dance, and she was always in suspense, wondering what his next act will be. As for herself, she was as graceful as a flippery fish in a net. A blushing, embarrassed flippery fish at that. Seven years have passed, but she's still as clumsy as ever. It mystified her how Sasuke could still be so entranced with her, as if she was some kind of goddess, even though she showed no particularly noteworthy sexual prowess.
Years passed. But she's still insecure. If she develops her self esteem in one area, she'll feel bad about herself in some other aspect. Why can't her confidence grow like the shrubs in her backyard? She started to feel gloomy.
'No, no, no, don't think that way,' She shook her head. 'Thank goodness, I am by myself.' She was very grateful that nobody had the ability to look into her mind. She instead consciously brought up the memories of the prior night to feel the surge of euphoria.
She started thinking about her words with Sasuke.
She grabbed his face with her hands and forced him to look into her eyes. He looked into her serious face with half dazed, drunk dark eyes and lips opened apart and glistening with her secretions.
Her light lavender eyes looked at him as if she was afraid and she begged—"Don't stop. Take me. Show me how much you desire me, Sasuke kun. I need to be lost in your strength. I don't understand why you desire me so much, but I want to blindly believe that I'm enough to make you lose your mind. Show me, Sasuke."
He looked at her as if she has struck him with a deadly fist and wrapped his long, muscular arms around her waist and forced her on her back.
His eyes were full of inner turmoil as he cried, "why couldn't you understand? From the beginning, you were all that I had—"
He sounded choked—"From the beginning, you were...you were everything...I-"
"Fight me, Hinata...I'll show you. So fight me."
Just remembering his words and the desperate but dominant look on his face kept her from breathing normally. She looked around. The memories were so vivid, but there was no Sasuke. She was alone in her hospital room. There was no sign of the strange and passionate interaction. The linen bed sheets were changed, Sasuke wasn't there and she had a fresh set of uniform on.
'Also,' she blushed, 'my sex is clean. He must've wiped it off with a steamed towel like he sometimes does when he thinks he was being too rough.'
She wondered. 'Where are you, Sasuke?'
But she felt a lack of warmth on the bed, and she felt empty. She emitted a small, low groan as she buried her face against the pillow. She just didn't feel like waking up. It was so cozy lying on the bed with Sasuke after they make love. So she dearly missed his presence, and she didn't feel like waking up and starting the day with a fresh beginning. Ironically, feeling his warm presence by her side on the bed is what keeps her energetic and ready to get out of bed and start the morning. Once, he complained very genuinely that he can't fathom why she was always so eager to leave his side every morning. On weekends, he would demand that she lie by his side and cuddle and sleep with him, only to give up when she gently reasons with him that she has to start making breakfast. She didn't want to see him skip breakfast, even if it meant few more hours of pleasure in his arms. In so many ways, she was the exact opposite of Sasuke when it comes to showing affections.
"Hinata!" Then suddenly, a deep voice jerked her to a rude awareness of the man who opened the sliding door of the hospital.
"I heard a groan," her husband rushed to her side and cupped her cheek, "are you alright?"
She blushed, her face turning red when she realized that Sasuke was worried of her bodily condition after intercourse. She shook her head fiercely, "Oh, no, it wasn't that. I-I was just frustrated to start the morning…" She lowered her eyes to her blanket and murmured, "without you…" She wanted to hide her face in the blanket. For some reason, she felt very very childish. It embarrassed her to admit that she felt lonely and a bit hurt when she didn't see him after their night.
Silence...Then he approached her.
He approached her with a startling intensity that frightened her and tried to take her to emotional places she was too self conscious to tread. No, he never forced her, or nagged her to do things she wasn't comfortable with. Rather, he wanted to drive her just as crazy and delirious as he is when he looks at her. He wanted her to lose her tight, binding grip on her shyness that was so charming but also maddening. Whenever she tried to rush to an emotionally safe place, and tried to be a little wife, Sasuke grabbed her and tried to consume her and acted as if they were mating for the first time. But Sasuke's fierceness wasn't what scared Hinata the most. She was scared of herself-how wanton she becomes, she felt as if she was her own stranger when she is lost in her desires for him.
While she was lost in her thoughts, she didn't realize that Sasuke was staring down at her crotch with a serious look on his face. His jaw clenched as he looked at her with concern.
He frowned as he murmured, "You must be sore." His big hand approached her and tried to touch her left thigh.
She flinched.
"Hinata," his voice was calm as the look of pain flitted across his eyes, "I'm not going to hurt you again."
"I-I wasn't thinking-!"
She tried to calm down. "I...wasn't thinking you were going to hurt me. I knew you were trying to heal me."
She held his hand that tried to pull away from her grasp and stubbornly held his palm to her cheek.
"I know you could reverse bodily damage, even resurrect people...I stopped you because I thought it was unnecessary. I am not 'damaged,' Sasuke. I'm okay."
He said pensively, "It's your habit to say that you're okay." His calm voice held a slight hint of anguish.
"I don't want to hear you say that you're okay when you're not."
He repeated to show how much he hated it when she withheld herself.
"I don't want to hear it."
She looked up to him firmly, "But I am, though."
She rubbed her cheek against his palm. He turned his hand to cup her cheek. "You were rough, and I was surprised, but you were gentle too."
She pressed her lips against his palm and kissed-"If I didn't feel that gentleness...I would've said 'ice.'"
Then she looked to him and smiled widely, causing his heart to leap, "But I didn't, did I?"
After a pause, he finally said,
"I want to kiss you and start it all over again, but…"
She blushed at his words in spite of herself.
A thin vein ticked on his jaw.
"He's here."
He glared at the door as if it was his enemy.
"He came right up to that door last night, and he's around here."
He then looked down at his fist that slowly clenched into a fist and unfurled. Hinata gaspedand quickly grabbed his fist with two hands and gave him a pleading look.
He looked into her pale eyes and shook his head.
"I can't act as if everything is normal. I feel as if my blood is boiling."
He lowered his voice dangerously as he looked at her.
"He must've known you were asleep, so he opted for a method of contact that I don't agree with."
She raised her voice and spoke quickly,
"Ah, Sasuke, that was-"
He touched her face in a friendly manner, but that warmth didn't diminish her anxiety and concern.
"I'm not interrogating you. I know it isn't your fault."
She made a faint smile, and she tried to hug him in relief. But before she could bury herself into his arms, he grabbed her shoulders and stopped her.
In a tone of finality, he said " I'm looking for him."
Her eyes widened and she looked pale at his words.
"Sasuke..."
"If he's here for you, I'll show him that he's not welcome." His gaze fell on her lips that opened slightly apart, to her shapely, small nose, then to her clear eyes. Then he gingerly pressed his lips against hers.
She quickly closed her eyes, "heung..."
Then he separated himself, leaving a sound of wet, separated lips.
When he saw the look on her face, he frowned and said "I need to know why he's here" as a reply to her quiet demand that they don't fight and blow up half of the town's mountain region.
"I'm going to tell him that there is a thing called 'space' and he can't just traverse other people's space."
She was quiet for a second, and then she spoke up.
"I agree with you… But do you have to confront him now? I'm afraid you and Naruto will do something rash. It is like watching fire and lightning."
"I have to."
His voice reflected the tone of his anger: resolute and cold.
"He came without warning and ruined my moment with my family. I don't need to consider his."
He said it with a definite air, as if he forbade her to try to dissuade him. Then he stretched his hand to her thigh and channeled his glowing chakra to her lap.
She felt the slightly prickly feeling of an electrical current. It wasn't painful at all. It was an interesting sensation as if the current flowing in her was causing the muscle fibres to hum gently.
When he finished and turned his back to her as to leave, she wrapped her arms around his waist and stopped him. He froze, but she still didn't let him go
She buried her face against the sweater material as she hugged him from the back. He looked down at her tiny pale hands that innocently gripped on his core. Sasuke was powerless to stop her. Being so forceful yet loveable—that was Hinata's power over him. If anyone else—persay Sakura— tried that on him, it would backfire. He wouldn't hesitate to hurt that person. But because it was Hinata—he had absolutely no power to stop her or pull away from her embrace.
He keeps on being reminded. He loved her.
Her voice sounded muffled as she buried her lips onto his sweater, "but please...try to make the reunion as brief as possible. Don't do anything you'll regret in the long run because of your emotions."
Her soft, gentle plead delivered the final blow.
"My...important person…"
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A fun piece for those who missed Uchiha family moments -
Still a tiny infant, Sayu sometimes demonstrated an uncanny ability to understand people. Like that one time when a neighbor said, "Maybe Sayu will be the middle child soon!"
Sayu frowned, and then her pouty lips formed an 'o' shape, "Ouu…" her barely visible brows gathered together on her tiny, round face.
Then came her tearful protest, "Ouuu—wehhhh!" She wailed and the foolish neighbor who dared to imply she be dethroned from her chair of pinkness fled the sight. But the baby's rage was already unleashed.
Hinata tried to shush her crying baby, "dear, dear Sayu, what got you mad, my sweet?"
Teardrops fell from her eyes, and her long, gossamer lashes were matted with tears, "weehhh!"
Sasuke and Fugaku both stood by, watching Sayu with deep concern. But they didn't know what to do, so they stood in salutation. They clasped their hands to themselves respectfully and nervously shuffled their feet. In Hinata's eyes, they looked like employees afraid of crossing their angry boss as they stood by, unable to say or do anything.
Being an experienced mother, Hinata smiled and rocked her baby and cooed, "Shhh—don't be mad, our little Sayu. You're too little for us to already have another one! Shhh-"
Sayu stopped wailing and instead sobbed, as if she was begging her mother to keep comforting her. "Huk-huk-huk-en-enn-engh!" It was pitiful and cute at the same time.
Then Hinata sang, "Mommy and daddy love our Sayu—"
Sasuke was watching them with envy. When he saw how effortlessly Hinata interacted with his intimidatingly cute baby, he was jealous and vying for an opportunity to approach the little girl.
Then he felt he had an opportunity. Even a tone deaf oaf could sing that. It's not a nursery rhyme, just a simple tune. So Sasuke stretched out his hand to Sayu and his stiff tongue clumsily rolled out Hinata's song, "Mommy...and daddy—"
But…
Snap
A pair of white eyes and two pairs of dark eyes widened.
The sweet baby just snapped his hand away. Her little dimpled pudgy hand was in the air after the surprisingly regal snap. And she looked into his surprised dark eyes with angry tears. Her pouty lips pursed as she hiccuped and held in her bout of tears.
In her eyes, he was some disloyal, no-good father who flirts around with mama and tries to make other babies without any care for her. How dare he tries to make other babies when he has her!
Her bare brows slanted down as she said in a telepathic manner
You're dead to me.
Her rosy cheeks puffed out as she said again with her adamant gaze. Her tears rolled down her plump cheeks as she sentenced her father to a tragic exile from her presence.
You're dead to me.
After that, Sasuke did everything to placate Sayu and even beyond.
Soon the little baby ruled her papa's heart with an iron scepter in her chubby, tiny hand.
Sasuke ended up unable to speak or think of anything if it wasn't in relation to his peach like baby.
"Sayu-" "Sayu!" "Sayu…"
It was the Uchiha's secret that the village's most breathtaking boy had a blast making fun of his father.