Author's Note: THIS CONTAINS VERY IMPORTANT WARNINGS SO READ CAREFULLY: So after long months of consideration, I've decided to continue this story as more than just a oneshot. I mean, mainly because a lot of you keep asking for it so who am I to decline, right? Anyways, so far my ideas for the plotline are scattered. I usually have the entire story planned out from beginning to end before I start writing them so most likely I might encounter occasional writer's block. I don't know where this fanfic will take me so I might as well continue going with the flow until I actually develop something worthwhile (which I usually do in the middle of typing). As consequence, there's a very high chance that I will continuously alter certain events and details in previous chapters as the story progresses. Like, for example, I added new developments in chapter one so I highly recommend for you guys to read it again and accommodate the new information before you continue with this chapter. Don't worry, these last minute changes will be mentioned as I go on with the story. I might periodically change my mind on stuff even after I've already submitted a chapter so watch out, okay? On the other hand, this story will just be a side hobby, so I probably won't put too much effort on it (but this particular chapter is an exception. I WORKED MY BUTT OFF FOR 4 STRAIGHT DAYS TYPING IT DOWN!). Plus, don't expect periodical updates unless you're lucky enough that I'd find myself horny and in a mood for SasuHina smut. Anyways, enjoy it while it last!
CHAPTER 2: Flashback
11 years old.
"Please slow down, Young Master!" Sasuke ignored the elderly butler who has been offering safety suggestion for the past fifteen minutes, but his unnecessary concern only fired up the brash child. He jerked the gas pedal harder, accelerating their speed further just as fast as the attendant's thundering heart. He could only grasp onto his seat, desperate for his soon-to-be-over life. The older man gandered at the lunatic driving beside him, gulping once more at the harrowing sight of Sasuke's irises narrowed from his widened eyes and teeth gnashed together in an unnerving sneer.
For an eleven year old child, Sasuke seemed to have caused more trouble than a hundred criminals in a year. One could no longer count how many laws he must have broken by now. Vandalism? Check. Harrassment? Check. And now, speeding in his new Lamborghini that his parents imprudently bought for him on his birthday yesterday. That would mark the 30th or so checks in three months.
The butler sweatdrop as he once again question his sanity for having accepted this job in the first place; to watch over a mentally-challenged brat. He can already see his life flashing before his eyes, but that was soon intercepted by another figure a few blocks in front of them. Realizing what it was, the 30-year-old servant screamed, "Young Master, STOP!" And the thousand-dollar vehicle screeched to a halt. It did not, however, stilled abruptly as the wheels skidded for five more extra yards before it bump into something…or someone.
The slight collision seemed to have jolted the young driver from his reverie. He breathed heavily, sweat dripped down his forehead. Sasuke is surprised. What could have possibly stopped him? He always always gets his way. It couldn't have been his butler. He hasn't even heard a word he uttered ever since they drove from home. Was it merely because of his reflexes? Or…
"Oh my god…" The man beside him cut his train of thoughts. He immediately unlatched his seatbelt and scrambled out of the car to inspect the degree of damage his master had caused this time. "Young Master, it's…it's a girl!"
Suddenly, Sasuke's head snap up. The impossible news clearly caught his attention. He kicked himself out of the car and hustled to the location of the issue to see if his attendant hadn't just hit his head hard enough to start hallucinating or something. And fair enough, there she was, a young girl lying against the rough terrain of the road in all her naked glory with long, navy hair being the only obstruction over her private areas. Suddenly, Sasuke remembers that same tiny body flash before his eyes a minute ago. It had been so unexpected, her suddenly appearing like a rabbit hoping out of a fairy tale book. Sasuke, for the first time, didn't even see it coming.
The butler felt for her pulse. His panic facade softened instantaneously. "She's alive. We should get her to the hospital as soon as possible." He already had his trembling hands below the lifeless body, ready to lift but was forestalled by a black sweater that descended upon the girl.
"I'll carry her." Sasuke hauled her up bridal style without batting an eyelash at his paled companion. The pitiful manservant could only stare in horror as this same lunatic, who had just a second ago almost drove them all to their demise, gently lifted this unconscious female who was a recent victim by said lunatic.
Everything he touches practically crumbles into dust. Knowing this, the butler gave another attempt to convince the boy, "P-Please, Young Master, I will handle this—"
"Didn't I say I will carry her?" With one stabbing glare, the older servant instantly retreated. "Now take us home." Sasuke sat wordlessly on the back seat while bringing the mysterious girl to his lap. This gave him a perfect chance to examine her face much closely: Long eyelashes, smooth, milky skin, pink plump lips that moved ever so slightly between breaths. How odd it was to feel this sudden tightness in his groin at the simplest sight, Sasuke wondered.
The butler had long realized that, during the short week of working under the youngest Uchiha heir, pathetic-ness had evidently come to define every ounce of him, but thanks to the girl—whoever she was—occupying his master's attention, the butler managed to take over the job of driving them home safely. At the very least.
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Thankfully, the girl had only procured minor injuries, so the maids had patched her up in less time than expected before placing her comfortably on the bed in one of the guest rooms of the Uchiha manor. Sasuke never left her side. He sat backwards on a nearby chair and rested his chin on his hands while he watched them nurse her for what seemed to him like never-ending hours. Thankfully, they eventually left them alone and after a long while, Sasuke's onyx eyes began to wander.
He pulled his chair closer to the bed and continued his explorations, mentally tracing the band-aid taped on her forehead, and then the plump curvature of her chest covered by that bothersome blanket.
"Hmm…" his eyes snap back to her face to catch her countenance tense and her eyes flutter.
Sasuke suppressed a gasp the moment he laid his eyes on the two strange orbs which greeted him from underneath those heavy eyelids. They were as white as shimmering pearls tinged with a bit of lavender. The young boy had never seen such unnatural eye color in his life but, for some reason, he was immediately drawn to it, fascinated, enchanted. But, of course, pride forced him to swallow this momentary display of weakness. "Hey," he chastised quite rudely, "Who are you?"
She continued to stare blankly at the ceiling. Her silence fueled Sasuke's already diminutive temper. No one has ever dared make him wait. He gritted his teeth and clutched her cheeks with one hand, forcing her to face him. Making sure to accentuating each word, Sasuke said in a firm tone, "I'm asking for your name. Don't make me repeat myself."
Just then, it was as if she was slapped awake into reality. Her eyes widened and she gasped. "Hi..Hina…ta…" she whispered, her voice high-pitched yet melodious to the ears. The black-haired boy watched in amusement at her sudden change in behavior, at her quivering lips and fearful gaze. Perhaps he has found himself a far better and interesting toy.
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It's been three weeks since Sasuke discovered and brought home the mysterious girl. His parents were immediately notified. "Apparently they couldn't find the name 'Hinata' in the archives as well," said a slender woman standing firmly a couple of paces next to the Uchiha leader.
Fugaku closed his eyes as he calmly wiped his mouth. They are currently in the middle of dinner when his secretary emerged to deliver the updates regarding their investigation on Hinata. Meanwhile, Sasuke busies himself on his own game using a deck of cards. He sat two chairs away from the head of the long, adorned table.
"Are you sure you've searched thoroughly?" Fugaku finally looked up at his secretary.
"Yes, Sir," she answered, adjusting her glasses, "We've conducted the background check like you wished, but we couldn't find any legal documentation regarding her origin. Our investigation is leading us nowhere."
The young black-haired boy adjacent to the inquiring adult beamed as he finished his masterpiece: A three-foot castle made of cards. He then tried to tug his father's attention, "Father, look what I did. See?" The older male nevertheless commenced his conversation with the secretary, "Not even a birth certificate?"
"None, Sir. She's completely clean. It was as if she'd just appeared out of thin air."
Sasuke frowned. His eyes involuntarily landed on the person in front of him. Her. Hinata whose last name she can't even remember like everything else in her obscured past. It's been pissing him off that all they've been talking about for the past few weeks was her. And she's been sitting there with his family right now, not even slightly affected by all the trouble she brought upon them. Hinata barely touched her food and continued to stare blankly on an empty space above the platform.
A nerve popped on Sasuke's forehead. If she can't even show a bit of gratitude for their charity, he'll make her react to something. He reached across the table to pinch her hand. Nothing. He kicked her ankles under the table. Still no luck.
Right now, she's wearing nothing but that white, summer dress they borrowed from one of the maids, and his parents were actively preoccupied on the secretary to notice his advances. He looked under them, and sure enough, the attire only reached her mid-thighs. Thanks to Hinata's oblivious persona, she never realize her white panty is exposed.
"Stupid," he thought, chuckling quietly as a plan began to form in his head. Despite their high-class lineage, it was still tradition not to wear shoes inside the house, so Sasuke pushed his sock-covered foot between her legs and smacked the pads of his toes against that visible underwear. Hinata didn't seem to respond at first, but after sinking his big toe against the tiny crack between her thighs, the pale-skinned girl took a brief intake of breath. Sasuke smiled devilishly.
He figured he wanted to see more so he wiggled the large toe. "Ah." There it was. That melodious voice he hasn't heard since their short-lived meeting in the guest room. The raven eyed her but his breath was caught in his throat at the subsequent sight he saw. Now he found himself in a treacherous battle against the enchanting white pearls of his rival. Her lips had parted for gasping and almost her entire face was flushed red. She is finally staring straight at him. A few beads of tears shimmered on the corner of her eyes, as if begging.
Next, she began to squeeze her legs together. Her soft fingers found their way to Sasuke's foot. He wiggled his toes faster and buried them even deeper. "Hah!" she squealed helplessly and hit her forehead against the table with a thud. This caught everyone's attention and all heads turned to the female who is now squirming in place in front of them.
Worry instantly etched on everyone's faces. At that moment, a taller charcoal-haired guy stepped into the room. He went straight away to the panting girl. Seeing the older brother he greatly admires, Sasuke retreated his foot and smiled at the unexpected visit. Yet, the older male didn't seem to notice him as he easily lifted Hinata into his arm and walk away. Itachi paused by his father. "I'll take her to her room," he uttered before heading out.
"B-Brother," Sasuke mumbled as his eyes followed the teenage Uchiha out of the door. His face then contorted into a look of anger.
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13 years old.
"Mother, I baked some cookies for you."
"Aw, Baby." The older female smiled and took the plate of goodies. She temporarily placed it on the side before bringing Hinata into a hug. "Thank you." Mikoto quickly pulled back to marvel at her angelic face. Her eyes soften as she gently brushed the youth's long, silky hair onthe side of her head. "You are so beautiful, Hinata," She said, "We're so lucky to find you."
Sasuke's eyebrows furrowed as he regarded how his own mother caress that street child they've adopted into their family. For two years, he had watched her bloom brighter than anyone he's ever seen. The long time she's spent in the Uchiha household have gradually transfigured Hinata from being formerly withdrawn into a dazzling and cheerful young maiden. And for that same number of years, Sasuke's world grew ever dimmer, cast by the shadow of the light she emanates day by day.
He continues his unruly conducts, perhaps even fiercer than before, but no matter how hard he tries to obtain his family's attention, Hinata would always find a way to divert their gaze from him. It was as if they were inverses of each other. The brighter one becomes, the farther the other one plunge into darkness.
Sasuke knocked a nearby vase. The resulting crash jolted the two females from their constant giggles, and they quickly turn to the source of that noise.
"Sasuke, what is wrong with you?!" Mikoto screamed, marching towards him, "That was a valuable family heirloom!"
"Shut up, old hag," the young boy snarled and stomped off.
"Why you—we are not done talking. Sasuke!" His mother tried to follow him up the grand staircase but he was too fast. "Get your ass back here this minute, dammit!"
Not wanting to stand by and simply watch the two rage on each other, Hinata took the liberty to run after the rebellious teen in her mother's place, though she wasn't fast enough to catch up to him before he slams the door on her face.
Hinata stops. Nervousness began to catch up to her. She reluctantly knocks on the door. "Sa…Sasuke-kun?"
"Leave me the fuck alone!"
Hinata flinched, shutting her eyes at the seething tone of his voice; so full of hatred…and agony. She slowly let her hands fall to her side as she continues to gaze at the closed entrance. A moment later, Sasuke made out the sound of Hinata's footsteps before it slowly fades into the distance.
Later that night, Sasuke finally opened his door and was immediately greeted by a plate of cookies on the floor waiting for him outside his room.
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14 years old.
"Hey, let's bet on who can see Hinata's underwear first."
"Yeah!"
"Shit, she's hot. I'm so in, dude."
A group of guys flocked around a window of a classroom, ogling over a certain fair-skinned female too busy erasing the black board to notice their presences. However, their furtive bet did not go unnoticed by a fuming Sasuke Uchiha who just so happened to be standing behind them.
"The hell did you guys say?" he seethed with a voice so threatening; the trio felt goosebumps instantly pricked the back of their necks.
"Sasuke, I-we, y'know—" They stumbled on their words as he stepped closer, bringing forth a heavy sense of dread along his back. He towered over them like a thundercloud about to unleash a sweeping devastation.
"If I'm not mistaken, I heard you're talking about fucking Hinata."
"N-No!" The middle guy struggled to sustain his trembling. "We weren't t-talking about f-f-f-fucking your s-sister!"
That's it. The vulnerable string that was Sasuke's restraint snapped and before they could even finish their excuse, he had landed a teeth-chattering blow upon their faces.
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"Lift your skirt." Sasuke had come out of nowhere to corner a now nervous and very confused Hinata the moment the last bell rang.
"But, but I…" Blood crawled up Hinata's cheeks at Sasuke's proximity. She tried to find a way out of his piercing gaze by turning her head to the side, and in doing so, her eyes landed on his bruised knuckles that were leaning against the wall on either side of her. Her expression immediately creased in concern. "What-What happened to your-your hand?"
"Don't change the subject." Sasuke punched the wall for the purpose of showing her that his knuckles are just fine and he can still use it to pound the next victim that pisses him off. "Lift it up!"
Hinata jumped at the sharp impact that occurred near her ear. She figured the situation will only worsen if she asks questions to this otherwise irrational and irritable young man. Fearing that she might be his fist's next target, Hinata began to shake. Her eyes accumulated tears as she slowly followed Sasuke's instruction like the obedient, passive girl she is.
And there it was, the pink, lacy panty those guys from earlier had been drooling over. The truth was Sasuke really has no interest in seeing such pointless material and was in no way participating in the brainless game he overheard from those three idiots. Perhaps he was merely curious to know what could possibly be so amusing at a simple piece of cloth whose only purpose in life is to hide what was truly worth the real gem. And speaking of which, Sasuke's thoughts began to trail into that particular subject as he continue to gape intently at the exhibit she reluctantly unveiled for him.
Hinata close her eyes as tight as clutching her skirt, trying to deal with the overwhelming embarrassment. It didn't take long before she starts to feel something touch her private area which cause her eyes to snap open and see that Sasuke's hand had began to grope the place their parents forbade them to touch. She bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from spitting any complains that would surely vex him. Even her legs were slightly parted but she was too scared to close them, thus giving him an easier excess to the organ between.
First, he pinches the two fleshy labias together with his fingers before soothing them above the thin fabric of her panty. Afterwards, he began to stroke the areas around them including her inner thighs, taking his time to avoid touching that sensitive sweet spot for now. He wanted to relish the moment, and he'd hate to spoil it by being impatient like the last time.
Perhaps he's curious? At this age, of course Sasuke already learned about the concepts of sexuality and the unique anatomy of the female body. So, maybe because he was simply bored at all the troubles he had committed that touching a girl's genitals was a new and interesting experience for him? Possibly. The below-the-table scheme three years ago didn't count since he never really had a direct feel of her cunt. But for whatever reason, Sasuke could no longer master the will to stop his hand from fulfilling its obtrusive explorations, as if it has a mind of its own and his own mind was just too helpless to yield.
Before long, Sasuke decided to press his thumb between the lips where most of her nerve endings should be. The clitoris. He felt for the protrusion, and then, set his thumb into motion, rubbing against it gently, up and down, in tantalizing slowness. Hinata had reached for her mouth with her hands still tightly clutched on her skirt. This shift only caused her to reveal her navel. She bit on the folded fabric, having felt his thumb move in circular motion about her clit, and it was such a strong stimulation on her unaccustomed body that she unconsciously began to ache her hips.
Sasuke's eyes has widened by now. He could make out his heart thumping within his chest while he watched Hinata's form shiver as she rides his hand. He wanted to see more. He needed to test how far this lewd reaction could accelerate. Thus, the raven dared to finally sneak his hand beneath that flimsy underwear. Realizing this intrusion, Hinata whimpered louder, "No…Sasu…kun…hmm…"
Sasuke is now touching her sensitive flesh directly. He continued to twirl his thumb around the bud, and eventually slid the length of his fingers in between the lips. A wet sensation. It excited him. His next actions surprise even himself.
"Sasuke-kun, what are you—"
"Shh!" Without another word, Sasuke led Hinata's hand down to his growing erection. He moves her palm against his jeans, and sure enough, pleasure shot through Sasuke's spine. He pressed her hand harder against his private area while the mobility of his fingers on her pussy intensified.
"Sasuke," the girl moaned. All thoughts in Hinata's head vanished. The poor girl doesn't have the mind to determine what's going on at that moment. She was too focused on suppressing her voice that she also begins to move according to the rhythm of Sasuke's devious fingers. Control is gradually deteriorating for both of them.
They didn't notice that the door to the classroom had opened. They were no longer alone.
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Sasuke and Hinata found themselves sitting outside of the principal's office. They could hear the vivid conversation of the adults inside. Already the boy knew where their topic is heading and pressed his hand against his ears to block out the sounds. Hinata stared at him.
"Your son had a rather painful...struggle with three of our students this morning. We disregarded it as another one of his habitual impulsive aggression. But later this afternoon, one of the teachers found your children inappropriately touching each other on the back of her classroom. With all due respect, Uchiha-sama, but fighting and destruction of school property is one thing, incestuous sexual behavior is crossing the line. We can no longer tolerate such offensive impropriety in our school. It would create a bad image to the other children if we let this one slide."
Mikoto stood up in defense. "Hinata is a sweet girl. She would never do such things."
Aware that her claim wouldn't be enough, Fugaku gave his support right away, although he is displaying more self-control than his wife, "I'm sure we've already informed you about my son's condition. He is diagnosed with multiple personality disorders. Perhaps histrionic personality disorder is one of them."
"And let me remind you, Sir, that we donate millions of dollars to this facility. As my child's caretaker, I expected you to do your job," Mikoto added.
But the bald man did not budge and proceeded with his proposal, "Yes. I am very much aware of that, Mr. and Mrs. Uchiha, but considering your child's mental instability, I simply thought it would be wiser to keep him home where he will be better tended."
"But his doctors suggested that he should be placed in a normal environment to improve his social detachment. You cannot possibly deny him of—"
"Enough, Mikoto," her husband cut her off with his stern yet thunderous voice.
"But—"
Suddenly, Fugaku's atmosphere darkened. His eyes cast an eerie shadow as he glowered at the school's only principal. "We shall see to it that this predicament will be dealt with by tomorrow." The bald man gulped.
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SMACK! Sasuke skidded on the marbled floor, wincing as he clutched a newly formed contusion on his left cheek. Hinata flinch in the sidelines, having witnessed the exchange of blows.
"If my own son and blood cannot be treated by normal means, then I should've resorted to my fists a long time ago," the father exploded as soon as they got home.
"Fugaku, please," Mikoto softly pleaded, running soothing hands down Hinata's shoulder who found herself cowering behind her mother's back.
Fugaku ignored the ensuing ruckus he had spurred among the onlookers. Without another word, he trudged off out of the scene. Mikoto gently handed Hinata to a maid before going after her husband.
The brunette maid nudged the quailing young female. "Come on, Lady Hinata," she whispered, "let's go to your room." As the lady servant led her away, Hinata couldn't help but twist her head back the poor, wounded boy sitting on the floor, quiet and unmoving. Her face contorted with worry. Everyone else who stopped by began to depart. Though they felt sorry for him, not one of the servants was brave enough to approach the sulking teen. Sasuke was left alone.
That night, the raven-haired boy has held his knees up and burrowed his head within his arms. People have passed around him all afternoon as though he was nothing more than an irrelevant trashcan, so when he heard footsteps surging down the hallway after long hours of silence; Sasuke shrugged it off, thinking it was probably someone taking a midnight stroll or something before they eventually go away like everyone else on this entire dreaded mansion. That is until the footsteps stop abruptly in front of him.
Curious, Sasuke raised his head. To his surprise, he saw Hinata holding what seemed like a white plastic box. He thought she was a ghost at first, with her colorless night gown and long silky hair. Sasuke eyed her, not even hiding his growing irritation. "What," he spat, "You came to make fun of me now?"
Hinata shook her head rapidly and then another awkward silence seeped in. Sasuke couldn't care less anymore. All the turmoil of this particular day has worn him out and now he just wanted to be left alone. Before he could bury his face back into his arms, Hinata had knelt down in front of him. Afterwards, Sasuke felt something cold and sticky applied right on top of the inflamed wound on his cheek. The sudden sting triggered him to slap her hand away, accidentally hitting the medicine box right out of her grasp and drifting it across the floor. Most of its contents scattered about.
Sasuke snapped, "You also think I'm crazy just like my parents say, right? You think I'm so pitiful, right? Well, screw you! You've already stolen them away from me. I don't need your pity and I definitely don't need you! Just go away! Stay out of my sight! I wish you could just die!"
Sasuke had reflexively stood up from the floor. It was as if a dam has suddenly breached somewhere inside him. It had wanted to tear through that crumbling wall for a long time that all the pent up anger, all the pent up resentment has finally avalanched in a mad rush and out into the tip of his tongue. Hinata was stunned.
It took awhile for him to finally grasp the situation and, for some reason, he immediately regretted it. Hinata's lips began to quiver. Crystal tears flowed shortly after. It was no longer the same tear that typically ornamented her pearly eyes. This time it was different; a different kind of tear that strike Sasuke harder than all the brutalities he had suffered throughout the day, like a knife had been lodged into his chest. Every tear that escaped from her eyelids was like another agonizing stab.
"Hinata, I—" He was about to reach for her, but the young woman quickly stood up and ran away, sobbing. Sasuke couldn't move his legs. He could only stand there staring at her retreating form. What right does he have to stop her anyway? He hates her, right? She deserves every curse he spat.
He can't deny the truth in his words. More than once, Sasuke has indeed felt that way. The isolation, the jealousy… hatred. His life has been nothing but a whirlpool of emotions he could not control, like a volcano exploding erratically whenever it wanted to. But without these searing sensations, he was empty; a purposeless rubbish no one wanted. Unloved. Just like his parents who would much rather throw away a flawed son in favor of the perfect child.
After awhile, Sasuke gave up and slid back into his original position. He remembered the expensive Lamborghini his parents bought for him on his eleventh birthday. The truth was he never really wanted it. He asked for it because he wanted to see if such parents would have a mind to give their own child something that could put him in danger; to test if they ever truly considered his well being for a tiny bit. But as expected, the next day the car appeared on the front porch, scorching wild from the heat of the sun as if it wanted to burn him right then and there—his gateway to hell.
Amidst that long dark corridor, Sasuke has come to realize that he's completely alone now. Left in the dark. Because he had just pushed away the only person that could've sincerely cared for him. And at that moment, something wet tickled his eyes. It didn't take long until those stabbing tears escape down his cheeks.
Angry, he drove that car. He considered dying that day. Kill himself. End his miserable life. Nobody would miss him anyway. But...
What was it again that stopped him? What was it that pulled him back to this hellish life he's already enduring?
Without noticing it, the sobbing boy felt a soft weight on his head. It momentarily surprised him. His muscle tensed beneath the touch, so gentle and so kind he dared not look at whom those hands belonged to for he knew that he doesn't deserved it after what he did.
Who was it that saved him?
The small touch led to another, and soon Sasuke found himself embraced around the head. His side leaned against something soft and smelled like a garden of flowers blooming in the light of day.
That's right. Her.
This girl named Hinata.
A name that means "sunflower".
His light.
She tightened her arms around him. He cried louder.
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16 years old.
Sasuke's aggressiveness gradually lessened over time, but that doesn't mean he had completely changed. His compulsive personality disorder does arise occasionally but it was no longer causing inconvenience to others as often as before. Perhaps he had grown out of that rebellious age? Who knows? He's still lacking in the social department, but thanks to his handsome look and mysterious aura, the teenager didn't progress through junior high school and high school without becoming popular with the girls.
The improvements were far from subtle. Everyone thought that the new Sasuke was due to the psychological treatments he underwent. Now, the hope for his complete recovery no longer seemed out of reach.
Unlike the reaction of any common parent, Fugaku and Mikoto's response weren't necessarily exaggerated. Then again, since when did the Uchihas fall into that typical jovial family? As long as their youngest member continues to exhibit anything less than perfect, they continue to neglect him regardless. And Sasuke found out exactly how out-of-the-ordinary his family truly is.
"Sasuke," Itachi had explained, "The blood that flows in every member of the Uchiha Clan has strong ties to Chinese royalty. Our ancestors have gone through a lot to keep our power strong for generations. In order to maintain the purity and honor of our lineage, perfection stands above anything else." He placed his hand on his younger brother's shoulder. "One day, our parents will have to pass this great responsibility on us."
"Only you, brother." And that's when Sasuke knew. Why did they buy him that car all those years ago? Why his cries for acceptance always seem unheard, why they never gave him that proud look the way they did to Itachi and Hinata.
They neglected him because he was the shame of the family, the taint they can't seem to wash away, a parasite. They've viewed him that way ever since they discovered his illness. They feared at the possibility that their line of succession will end with a mentally psychotic child.
If they don't need him, he won't need them too.
But, Hinata...Hinata's different.
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17 years old.
His treatment with his sister was not as obvious as the change in his general relationship and mentality. They weren't often seen together and perhaps either of them preferred not to cross paths as much as possible. Because of that, the household began to assume that there's no way Sasuke could ever accept Hinata into the family. As a matter of fact, they're right on the mark. Yes, Sasuke could not accept her as his sister. He can't and he won't see her as a sister at all. Never.
The dark-haired teen gulped down his third bottle of whiskey. It was already pass two in the morning so it was expected that everyone are already sleeping to notice the lone male staggering up the staircase. He supported himself against the wall for a long while, breathing heavily, feeling the effects of the alcohol dilute his rationality. He saw everything in his path in blurry images.
Even in his drunken state, a certain white-eyed female is all he ever thinks about, corrupting every nook and crannies in his delirious mind. He wondered when it had started. When she had managed to snake her way into him, to weasel pass the barricades of his frozen heart, and then imprison him once again in an asylum of desire.
Just on the nick of time, he heard the sound of shower coming from her room. Perfect.
Hinata allowed herself to bathe in the warm bliss running down her naked form. Closing her eyes, she sighed; unaware that someone has entered her bathroom.
Sasuke locked the door and placed his bottle clumsily on the floor. The splashes of water drowned the sound of his steps, and before Hinata knew it, her shower curtain flew wide open.
"S-Sasuke-kun?!" Sasuke paused for a moment, staring at the scene in front of him. The steam smeared his vision for a bit but he can see well enough.
Oh how she had grown from the last time he saw her. Her hips wider, legs longer…and breasts... That's when he remembered; she has bewitched him ever since he found her all those years ago. Naked, just as she is today, only better. The same tightness in his groin came back, and it was strengthened by the alcohol currently running in his system.
Hinata tried to cover what was left of her modesty as she watch his blood-shot eyes drink her whole body, moving them up and down meticulously, carefully, not wanting to miss a single spot of the skin she always hid beneath her clothes. Sasuke didn't give her time to recover from her shock. He dove right in and, with his body, pushed her bare ones until her back collided with the wall. Hmpft!
Sasuke didn't give a damn at the shower soaking his polo. He grinded himself against her but she resisted. Annoyed, the boy grabbed both of her hands that were pushing his chest and pinned them above her head while his other hand slid down her side to feel the slanting of her waist, hip, and thigh.
"Brother, no! Umpf!" Sasuke grab under her chin, squeezing her cheeks to direct her face to his which was only inches away, their noses touching. She instantly smelled the stench of whiskey intoxicating his senses.
"I'm not your brother!" he exclaimed, staring intently into her eyes. Fires of lust swirl within the dark orbs of her captor. All he wanted at that moment is to ravish her, and that's exactly what he did. Sasuke craned her head up to expose the length of her neck then dragged his tongue from the area above her collarbone to the tip of her chin. Hinata whimpered in response which rose all the more upon feeling something hard poke her genitals.
At the same time, his right hand unconsciously tightened its grip around her wrists. His other hand wandered on its own. It had explored the back of her thighs, squeezed her buttocks, before landing fully on her breast. He swallowed the large mound with the palm of his hand, opening and closing repetitively. "Urg, shit…" God it felt good.
Sasuke was fervent, almost crushing her nudity until there was no space between them. He groaned at the delicious taste of her skin and at the pressure between their sexes. At the same time it infuriates him; aggravates him that he couldn't do this in front of others. It's a waste. The soft precious treasures she hides beneath the elaborate clothes that deserved to be touched, sucked, and penetrated. And he's the only one who can fulfill that. The only one meant to fill all her holes and gaps.
That frustration fueled Sasuke, making him grind faster against her to the point that she was almost hoist up to her toes. "Ah! Sasuke-ku—hng…" The texture of his jeans rubbed on her slits. He was rock solid, craving to be swallowed whole if not for his pants acting as the only barrier.
His mouth was all over her neck, cheek, and shoulders. He couldn't get enough of her taste. All of these simultaneous sensation sent Hinata's world into a spinning vertigo. The shower room became hotter and hotter and hotter.
But just when Hinata finally submits to these intoxicating pleasures, everything stopped. Sasuke's weight suddenly disappeared from her body. He was roughly pulled by none other than Itachi.
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Never in his life had Sasuke been extremely glad he was drunk that night or else no one in his family would've let him get away with what he did to their one and only daughter, and of course, Itachi's so-called precious "Imouto-chan". Yeah right.
Sasuke feigned ignorance, claiming he does not remember whatever they accused him of and, to repair his image further, he even went so far to swallow his pride by apologizing to Hinata in front of his family. It was then that the atmosphere around them changed. Hinata, the compassionate girl she is, easily fell for this pretense. This was also one of the days in which he realized her annoying benevolence could actually come into handy. In the end, they placed the blame on the alcohol and Sasuke's excessive vulnerability to it due to his condition. Now, everyone thought that the adamant Sasuke had finally accepted her as his sister and that they could at last live happily ever after.
"Pft! Morons…" He could only laugh at their naivety. That's not how the world works. Of course Sasuke remembers. He remembers every detail of it, from the moment he heard the shower in her room, to the punch Itachi had landed on his face which knocked him down cold. After promising he'd never drink a drop of alcohol again, things around the mansion calmed down.
But Sasuke could only uphold this stupid pretense for so long. Sooner or later, he'll have reached his limit. He often passed Hinata by the corridors and they would smile at each other when all he wanted to do was pounce on her.
Every night he would try to satisfy his needs but it was never enough. Even in his dreams, she would haunt him. The memories of her soft, satin skin molded against his, and the feeling of her hot breath on his chest and neck. He'd replay it again and again, never growing tired of it. In fact, he wanted more just like he always does after experiencing something about her for the first time. He wanted to hear more of her sweet moans, curious at how high it could reach if he had really taken her that night. If he had plunged his thick, needy cock inside her.
She was like a drug. After tasting it once and discovering its satiating elements, one would want to savor it again and again, eventually turning that habit into what you'd call…an addiction.
That could probably sum up Sasuke's current circumstance. Teenage hormones can't be restrained forever. He longed to be satisfied. And she's the only one who can fulfill that. Sasuke wanted Hinata. He needed Hinata. And he will have her no matter what…
"Gomen, Gee-san, I am very sleepy all of a sudden," Hinata yawned before rubbing her eyes. The older servant smiled and took the book out of her hands. "Then I guess it's best for you to go to bed," her caregiver advised, "It's already very late anyway."
"Arigatou…oyasuminasai…" And with that, the young maiden left for her room, unaware of pitch-black eyes following her every movement.
Not long after Hinata had fallen asleep on her bed, her door creaked open. From it emerged a tall, dark figure. Like a snake, Sasuke had slithered his way into her room undetected. He locked the door behind him. There was nothing that can stop him now.
Wanting to take his sweet, precious time before he pounce in for the kill, Sasuke stood there for awhile, observing the way his prey had laid herself on her queen-sized bed. She's on her back with her hands resting on the side of her head which is turned partway to expose that creamy area he had once greedily nibbled upon. One of her knee was bent upwards and he noticed a spaghetti strap had fallen below her shoulder. With the blanket still beneath her—uncovering her—Sasuke can already assume she had just plopped down on the bed and fell asleep on the spot. Most importantly, she looked so fucking helpless. It turned him on.
His heart has been thundering since earlier, and it couldn't be more heard as he closed in on her. At last, he guided his hand gently up her foreleg. Smooth. He raised it further up, dragging her short nightgown bit by bit until he uncovers her lacy pink underwear. It lays there so innocently yet so erotically at the same time. Sasuke gulped, placing both hands on either side of her hips before positioning himself between her legs. He parted them to make room for what will soon be his entrance to her most sacred area. He subsequently pressed his nose directly at the crevice of it, then, the raven sniffed long and hard while his hands rub her thighs. A scent so familiar to him was enough to intoxicate him. Like a drug indeed.
Before long, Sasuke could no longer take the suspense anymore than a child eager to unwrap a Christmas present. Thus, he pulled her panties down, and there it was, finally—the area he had made contact with on multiple occasions but never actually seen. Oh how he'd dreamed of getting a closer look at her crotch. And he did.
Sasuke began by kissing around and on top of the naked area. And then, with his thumbs, he opened the line. His kisses followed a trail towards the pink flesh beneath. Moaning, Sasuke widened the gap further and dip his face. "Hhmn…"
Sasuke blew before making out with it. He caressed the inside of her labia the way he'd do if it had been Hinata's lips. His kisses was the only sound in the room, made even more audible by the silence. He repeated this motion again and again for the next five minute. Finally, he inhaled and then puckered his lips upon her sex bud one last time before he raised his head.
Hinata stirred but never did open her eyes. Even if Sasuke had spent the entire time nibbling on her crotch, she couldn't be stimulated while sleeping. It'd be a waste of effort, so for now; he must focus on getting his own satisfaction. Someday though, we would get a taste of her essence. The thought thrilled him, propelling him to unbuckle his belt and yank his pants and boxers off.
The next thing he did was slip off her night gown along with the rest of her attires. He watch Hinata's chest rise up and down in a slow steady rhythm at the same time his hands smooth the arcs bellow her breasts and sides. The way her bosoms shook hypnotized him, so Sasuke leaned in once again to place feather-light pecks upon the small peaks just as he did on her sacred area. Once again, he caught her flowery aroma; the same scent that had pulled him from the depths of despair and isolation. That was why he wanted to cherish all of these parts of her with kisses. Gentle, loving kisses. After all, isn't that what people normally do to the things they feel attracted to?
Feeling tempted, Sasuke adjusted himself between her legs while grabbing his cock to position it above her entrance. No. Not yet. He can't put it inside. They will notice. But she is so damn close! Sweat dripped down the side of his face. It's taking all of his willpower not to drill himself into her now. The temptation caused him to stroke his aching manhood in an attempt to calm down. He jolted when the tip accidentally touched her warmth. That was it. No more can he resist this girl. Self-control has long been drained.
Sasuke pressed his forehead against Hinata's and began to rock his hips back and forth, groaning heavily, as if gasping for air, for patience. The bulging head prodded her warmth over and over. He didn't penetrate her though but having their sexes contact for the very first time without the hindrance of clothing was exhilarating. It was enough for now. Pre-cum sopped her entrance, making it all the more easier to slide against her.
He couldn't resist her bosoms exposed just inches from his face. The supple shape forced to fit the palm of his hand as he fondled them. He dove right in again to roll the top protruding bead between his lips before he consumed it whole. Each thrust of his hip propelled him to suck harder. He licked them like a child licking an ice cream. Every once in a while, he has to remind himself to breathe or else he'd suffocate from the intensity of her addicting pussy rubbing against his hardened member.
It wasn't long before he felt something uncoiled in his groin and it came in a powerful jolt of electricity. He braced himself for what was coming, fisting the blanket so hard, he must have ripped it. Sasuke spread her legs farther and rolled his pelvis, groaning, heaving, until he felt that hot liquid rush up inside his length, and then, a good cup or so burst forth from the tip. He shut his eyes and shook at his own release.
The sleeping drug he had secretly mixed in her drink was successful, so it was expected that Hinata won't be able to wake up for another eight hours no matter what he do to her. For eight hours, she is his.
There's no denying it anymore. Sasuke Uchiha is nefarious. An evil maniac. Manipulative and sinful. This much Sasuke acknowledge very well. That's who he is and that's what he will always be.
"Soon, Hinata, you will be mine," he thought, staring at her angelic face as he traced the edge of her rosy lips. His last temptation was to close the gap between. At last, Sasuke gave the sleeping beauty his first kiss.
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Present: 18 years old.
"Mmnghh…hah…"
"You like that…?"
Sasuke pulled her right leg up so it stretched vertically on his stomach and bent her knee over his shoulder. The new position twisted Hinata to her side, but the angle allowed for Sasuke to hit a certain delicious sweet spot inside her every time. "AHN!" The force of his plunges knocked the air out of her lungs. "Oh…oh…hah, Sasu…please—mmf!" Her breasts shook each time their lower halves meet.
Seeing Hinata's feverish expression made the lustful male ravage her more. She laid there gasping and eyes squinting. Drool dribble down her jaw for having opened her mouth too long, and her hair plastered on her body from the sweat mixed in with the products of their previous intercourse. She was a mess, but the young raven couldn't get enough of her no matter how many times they've done it. He'd always thought that after taking her once on that desk in the classroom would be enough to quench his long-term thirst, but in fact it's the opposite. The more they had sex, the more insatiable he becomes and the fiercer the addiction.
"Grhaa…rgh…" He grunted, biting his lips. The friction of his dick against her contracting walls drove them both insane.
"Sasuke!" Hinata screamed. She can already feel herself cumming again. That would make it her sixth orgasm of the day. "Too deep—Ah…ahhh! HYAAAAA! SASUKE-KUN!"
"Gngh! Ah…Fuck…URG!" Sasuke threw his head back and persisted in long solid strokes, simultaneously pulling at her hips. He twisted her all the way so that she is now lying on her stomach and her breasts flattened firmly on the surface, making it easier to bang into her. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Eventually, his seeds flooded her vagina and mixed with her squirting juices. Hinata convulsed against him, gripping desperately on the edge of the counter for support while the mad Sasuke Uchiha pulverize her pussy, abuse her body, corrupt her light.
Maybe then can Sasuke be freed of this venomous obsession.
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Unbeknownst to the two, a dark figure leaned outside of the room, hearing their moans of passion escape the slightly opened door.
Author's Note: So you think Hinata is a Mary Sue? Hah! Wait till we get to the darker part of the story. Anyways, I hope this second chapter will be enough to cover why Sasuke is the way he is and how it accumulated to that in the first chapter. If not, then I highly suggest that you guys should look more deeply about personality disorders and its symptoms in your own time because it is indeed a real psychological illness. It will be a main defining quality that will shape Sasuke's actions and behaviors. I didn't want to make him so evil for no reason, so I decided to have an entire chapter dedicated on his backstory. After all, he will continue to be a fucking jerk so better start preparing for it and get use to it! You will see a lot more of his twisted side later on. !Spoiler Alert! If my one idea for this story does not change in the future, most likely Sasuke will become the antagonist just because, correct me if I'm wrong but, I haven't really seen any fanfic that risks going to that direction. Usually it's about Sasuke finding a peaceful life with Hinata in the end and they'd live happily ever after with a child or something. I wanted to take a different route from the usual obsessive love stories I see around fanfiction. But, we'll see. If you do start to realize that I'm going to that direction, then don't hate because. You. Have. Been. Warned! Other than that, REVIEWS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED! Arigatou! XD See you guys again on the Next chapter: "The New Student". Hmm…who could that possibly be?
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