Their Eyes Were Watching God
Inspiration for the title comes from a book I just finished at 4 in the morning.
IMPORTANT WARNING: there is incest in this chapter to better understand a few characters important to the fanfic. This is a book inspired by the times when incest was very normal. But do not worry, you guys are probably going to love this ship after I'm done because I feel like I wrote it beautifully. Hyuugacest.
ANOTHER IMPORTANT NOTE: there is a flashback in here of Naruto and Sasuke's first ever meeting. The inspiration came from a scene in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. And while they are closely related, THEY ARE NOT the same.
BUT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU GUYS THOUGHT ABOUT BOTH THE HYUUGACEST AND THE FIRST MEETING IF NARUSASU. THIS WRITING CONCEPT IS NEW TO ME AND I'D LIKE TO KNOW HOW I DID. THANKS GUYS.
He looked that way on most days, Naruto supposed. Sometimes, at most times. Whether he read a book Lord Danzo had ordered him to rid of or whether he was retrieving water from the well, Kakashi Hatake always seemed to be in deep thought.
And not the deep thoughts as if he were imagining a world with hope, but one that made his face churn. One that made him look uncomfortable with not his thoughts, but himself.
As if the things he'd done in life were so vile, so profane, that he deserved a thousand deaths by the hands of the devil.
And maybe he did. Maybe he did deserve to be killed in the most horrifying way. But how should Naruto know? Or even judge? He knew Kakashi was a killer and he knew less.
'I am not a villain, Naruto, but I do not want to be labeled as your hero' is what he said. When Naruto whispered that he loved him. When Naruto was glad that Kakashi had run into him that frightening evening. When Kakashi sat in his thoughts just as he did now.
The blond moved forward, his head tilted and eyes squinted in misunderstanding. "Tousan?"
Kakashi Hatake was a soldier. He was a warrior. And thus, everything he did, every move he made, wasn't habit, but a drill.
He did not walk, he marched. He did not speak, he commanded. He did not fight, he murdered.
So when Naruto called upon his father, throwing a rope to guide him from his thoughts, Kakashi Hatake blinked slowly as if understanding the world in his own eyes. As if finally coming to terms with it.
His head turned slowly, and man and child stared numbly at one another.
Naruto chewed his chapped lips under the warrior's gaze. "What are your thoughts?" He whispered.
Kakashi continued to stare at his son, before his single eye moved left, to a book upon the table. He grabbed it, displaying it as if to give to the boy.
"What color is this, boy?" He murmured.
Naruto blinked, long and hard. He stared at the book, at the title, at the memory he could find in his head when Kakashi read it before.
"Blue." He whispered in the same tone.
Kakashi grimaced and Naruto flinched away from the disappointment in that eye.
"Not the color you remember. The color you see. Tell me. Tell me at once!"
Naruto blinked away tears and Kakashi looked away. "Grey. It is grey, and so are my eyes in the looking glass, and our skin, and home. And anything that is not black or white."
Kakashi could not fathom what Danzo did to the boy in his last visit, but the boy could not see colors now.
Naruto was still standing in the middle of the floor, blinking those useless eyes.
Kakashi moved a hand from his lap, and without hesitation, the blond jumped into him. He said nothing, but he clung to the man's waist enough to speak volumes.
When Kakashi Hatake's eyes watered, he did not blink them away like Naruto. Instead, he held his lips upon the boy's forehead. And when the tears fell, they fell on his son.
Naruto clenched his eyes shut. He was too young to cry. Too weak. He didn't understand pain and he didn't understand how to stop it.
"What is your thought now, tousan? What is in your mind that makes you hurt?"
Because the man was obviously thinking about him and his loss of color.
More tears hit his forehead.
"The thought is just that, Naruto: a fiction of the mind. So how is it that it can still carry a hangover of guilt? Why is it that an infraction of the mind, wandering a path that is destined to go untrodden brings such internal grief?
Perhaps it is that we know we must stick to just one path, and that means leaving such beautiful ones to be figments and no more. Perhaps the guilt is a warning, that to look through doors you cannot enter will bring only sorrow. Yet there are days when it feels like not to approach those 'doors' will bring worse pain, that walking away will hurt all the more. And all this remains only thought, not even unread words - I guess that is best. No one gets hurt."
Naruto said nothing, not understanding this guilt word Kakashi spoke of. What was it derived from?
"What is guilt?"
More tears. Kakashi choked. "It is when you feel responsible or regretful for something. It brings pain to you. And your heart is so heavy, you would want to take your own life. But guilt is forbidden."
Naruto hummed, confused. If guilt brought so much pain, why was it forbidden?
As if reading his thoughts, Kakashi squeezed tighter. "Guilt is derived from compassion. If I truly care for something, than I shall feel guilt if I do something terribly wrong to it."
They sat quiet there. Naruto let Kakashi rock him as if he were a child, let him cry out in his pain.
"I am sorry." Kakashi whispered. "Sorry that I cannot protect you, despite all the chances I am given. I could not protect you when the emperor realized you were in contact with China.
Not when the Taira and Minamoto fought. Not from the great famine of 1181. Not then. Not now. I am sorry."
"I do not understand." Naruto said it because he did not. What they lived in now was the Kamakura period, the age of military power. He could not remember the periods Kakashi spoke of now.
Kakashi shook his head. Instead, he reached over, grabbing the book from the table. "You know, Naruto? This is my favorite book."
"What is it about?"
"It's about a king from the Jōmon period and the hardships he faced in raising and protecting his clever son. These are his own writings."
Kakashi opened a page and began reading. "I am not a villain, boy, but I cannot be your hero."
Naruto gasped with a giggle and looked up at Kakashi with a cute smile. "You say that all the time to me. Is this where you got it from? From the book?"
Kakashi shook his head no.
"Then how did you know it?"
The man said nothing, but he gave Naruto a smile as if to say there was something more. As if he knew something Naruto didn't because he was too wise.
As if he did not get the words from the emperor in the book, but the emperor from him.
Hinata Hyuuga was raised in a poised manner. As not only a member of the royal clan, but as Hiashi Hyuuga's successor.
Not only to take control of her classes and work under Danzo-sama, but to also be trained in martial arts and swordsmanship.
She'd been a minute old when her father praised her, touched her forehead in a dear manner, and held her up as if she were a queen. When the oracle promised that she would move on in this world to do fascinating things.
She'd just turned four when her father had taken her hunting for the first time. He wanted to find the Bakeneko, a shape shifting cat.
She'd been four and a few hours old when the Bakeneko had posed as her father and lashed out at her. She'd been four and a few hours and some minutes when she watched her father kill the beast in an usual manner.
It was at such a moment that she realized her father wasn't as poised as he faked, but more so gruesome, and brute. She was just like him.
She'd been four and a little bit more curious about life when her father cried in an odd way. He cried and said he thought she would die and that he loved her more than anything in the world.
She was four and a bit more wiser when her father taught her the meaning of love and happiness.
Hinata Hyuuga was seven years young when she defeated a prestigious ANBU warrior in a spar. Seven when the world named her the most dangerous, yet respected warrior in all known time.
She'd been seventeen and some months when her father told her she would have to marry her cousin, Neji Hyuuga to keep the royal blood.
Seventeen and some months when she realized she was okay with that.
"She was doing it again, master Hiashi. I saw her by the pond with her lips curled upward and her eyes driven with, dare I mutter the word, delight."
Hiashi released a soft breath from his lips as he stood, watching the servants work diligently in the kitchen.
"I will deal with my daughter the best way I know how; by simply not dealing with her. Hinata is so perspicacious in her young age that she deals with issues sometimes on her own. She's an odd child, but a special one no less."
The servant he spoke to grimaced. "Do you not fear that she will being the Hyuuga family trouble, tribulation, and travail?"
The royal man turned away from the servant, if only to hide his smile. "I cannot fear anything with that child. I cannot hear a word against her. From the moment I beheld her in my arms, my heart was irrevocably gone."
With those words that lingered in the air, the man left, leaving them to wonder about him in both envy and fear.
The two servants that remained immediately began speaking in hushed whispers. "How will we try to help the girl if her father can hear nothing against her. He does nothing but spoil that brat and soon she will rotten."
The other hmphed with a sharp nod. "That girl does something forbidden and the world will bow at her feet."
The two were so engrossed in their gossip, they failed to hear the whispering beneath the cupboards.
The hushed whispers between Hiashi Hyuuga's successor, and her cousin.
"Why do they hate you?" Neji whispered as they both struggled to see out of the slant opening.
Hinata sneered at the old hags. "They're jealous because my father pays more attention to me. Now shush before they catch us and we can't get our pastry."
With the little light that did seep through like the sun between a broken cloud, Hinata watched her older cousin blush in embarrassment of being told to keep quiet.
They continued watching the two servants. "And she is not appealing like other children. Her eyes make her look blind. Her skin is a sick pale. And she is slightly masculine in nature."
The little girl shrank back slightly as the other servant cackled. "She is ugly."
The two servants continued to work. Neji shook his head. "Hiashi-josan says they are jealous. But this is what careless words do. They make others love you a little less."
Hinata covered his mouth with her hand.
One of the women stopped their cooking. "Did you hear something?"
Silence, like an earthquake of soft snow against the hollow ground.
"No."
They continued their work, talking silently to one another.
It was only when she felt Neji's moist tongue against the palm of her hand did Hinata yank it away.
"Sore wa iyana. Disgusting."
Neji grinned at her and Hinata smiled too, because admittedly, it was gross, but it was also clever and funny.
They continued to watch the two servants, both children trying to find something they could tell Hiashi about.
Hinata almost believed that Neji was done speaking because he'd been silent for several minutes.
However, there came a faint whisper beside her. "Anata wa busujanai. I do not think you're ugly at all."
"Shh." She hissed harshly. But in the darkness of the cupboard, she let her smile hang loose.
NSNS
She was thirteen now. And Hiashi allowed her to attend her first solo mission of hunting.
With nothing but a cloth sack for materials, a belt for her sword, a written symbol of Yatagarasu, the eight span guiding crow, and a kiss to the forehead, Hiashi sent the girl on her way.
Hinata was not a dull child like the rest of the world. She did not keep one expression as she spoke in a monotone voice. She did not look at a painting and simply turn away. She was different. She was smart.
Smart enough to realize that her father did not send her to a dangerous Shinrin to hunt. Admittedly, it seemed far from dangerous, and Hinata suspected that dragons didn't visit. Her father was protecting her.
The girl shrugged in courage. As if any forest could frighten her.
She walked steadily through the forest, watching in delight as her sandals curled with the dry leaves. A low whistle froze those sandals and Hinata looked around sharply, her eyes boring into every object.
Upon the forest floor lie trees of yesteryear, fallen in storms long forgotten. The seasons have been harsh, stripping away the bark and outer layers, yet rendering them all the more beautiful. They have the appearance of driftwood, twisting in patterns that remind Hinata of seaside waves; even the color of the moss is kelp-like.
They are soft, damp, yet her fingers come away dry. She tilted her head upward, feeling her hair tumble further down her back; the pines are several houses tall, reaching toward the golden rays of spring.
And then, out of this frightening beautiful forest comes a purple bird, perched on a tree. He does not notice Hinata, or just he does not care to. This forest is his home and he welcomes all. This forest is his home, and in it, he will not be pushed aside.
Evenly, his birdsong comes in lulls and bursts, the silence and the singing working together as well as any improvised melody.
A new smile paints itself upon her freckled face, rose-pink lips semi-illuminated by the dappled light. Before she knows it, her feet have begun to walk, body and mind both on auto- it's morning time and no one expects her home until supper.
She smiled and laughed as she danced through the forest.
"Is this dance a part of your hunt?"
The girl ceased and in a matter of moments, she stared into Neji's eyes as her sword pushed against his throat.
"Hinata." He whispered.
The boy's eyes twitched and Hinata could tell he was fighting a smile. But then, he did. Neji's smile was as warm as hour old coffee, limp, anaemic. Hinata took a small step backwards, making an effort to keep her own smile in tact.
"I could have killed you, Neji." She scolded. "What are you doing here? I thought tousan took you training."
The boy's smile widened. "Small break." Neji pushed a basket toward her. "Some food in case you get hungry."
"Thank you, Neji. For a moment, I thought I would have to eat the forest birds."
He nodded toward the basket. "Keep it, and you'll do fine."
Hinata's lip curved. "For a smart Otokonoko, that sounds dumb coming from you."
Neji laughed softly, placing his hands in his pocket and kicking softly at a dead leaf. "Words are different when they live inside us."
"Hm."
With that Neji turned away, moving back out of the forest from whence he came.
"Neji?" He turned to her. "If I must be honest, you scared me for a second."
His smile widened and his pupils grew. "Me, scaring the great beauty Hinata Hyuuga? If only the world were here to see."
Hinata caught the word first and she closed her eyes, opting to smile at the ground she could not see.
Neji calmed down, once more resting his hands in his pockets, staring at Hinata with a small smile, savoring in her face, her mood, her poise.
"Kōun, hime." Good luck, princess.
She laughed. "Arigatō, Neji."
NSNS
Hinata was fifteen when she felt envy for the first time in her life.
There were many things she could have been envious of. Hanabi when she was born. Her father for his bravery.
She was openly shocked when the envy was a result of Neji's actions.
She was fifteen and for the first time, she and her father would go into a battle side by side, Neji with them. At the moment, all soldiers of Konoha were having breakfast before they were off.
A heavy shoulder slammed into her from behind. Himate stumbled and nearly pitched face-first into the muddy road.
"Hey!" shouted the soldier. "Watch yourself!"
"Why don't you watch your fat feet?" she snapped, and took some satisfaction from the surprise that came over his broad face.
People, particularly big men carrying large swords, didn't expect lip from a small thing like her. They always looked a bit dazed when they got it.
The soldier got over the novelty quickly and gave her a smug look as he adjusted the pack on his back, then disappeared into the caravan of horses, men, carts, and wagons streaming over the crest of the hill and into the valley below.
Hinata quickened her steps, trying to peer over the crowd. As first in command, her father should have been somewhere toward the front.
She tore her attention from the sinister haze hovering in the distance and looked down onto the ruined farms of Iwagakure.
The valley had once been home to the rich. One day it was a place where farmers tended crops and sheep grazed in green fields. The next, a dark slash had appeared on the landscape, a swath of nearly impenetrable darkness that grew with every passing year and crawled with horrors. Where the farmers had gone, their herds, their crops, their homes and families, no one knew.
Stop it, she told herself firmly. She was the great Hinata. So why was she afraid of this battle? She took a deep breath.
"No fainting in the middle of the road," murmured a voice close to her ear as a heavy arm landed across her shoulders and gave a squeeze.
She looked up to see Neji's familiar face, a smile in his bright eyes as he fell into step beside her.
"C'mon," he said. "One foot in front of the other. You know how it's done."
"You're interfering with my plan." she sneered.
"Oh really?"
"Yes. Faint, get trampled, grievous injuries all around."
"That sounds like a brilliant plan."
"Ah, but if I'm horribly maimed, I won't be able to battle or disappoint my father."
Neji nodded slowly. "I see. I can shove you under a horse if that would help."
"I'll think about it," she grumbled, but felt her mood lifting all the same.
Despite her best efforts, Neji still had that effect on Hinata. And she wasn't the only one.
A pretty girl strolled by and waved, throwing Neji a dull, yet seductive glance over her shoulder."Hey, tenten," he called. "See you later?"
Tenten nodded and scampered off into the crowd. Neji covered his mouth to grin broadly until he caught Hinata's eye roll.
"What? I thought you liked Tenten."
"As it happens, we don't have much to talk about,"
Now she watched him stretch his arms expansively and turn his face up to the autumn sky, looking perfectly content. There was even, Hinata noted with some disgust, a little bounce in his step.
"What is wrong with you?" a furious whisper.
"Nothing," he said, surprised. "I feel great."
"But how can you be so … so jittery?"
Neji looked to her then, perplexed by the word he'd never heard before. "You worry too much. We'll be fine."
"I just … have this feeling."
"Hime, come on. We'll be fine."
"You can't know that."
"Look at me." she willed herself to raise her eyes to his. "I know you're scared. I am, too. But we're going to do this, and we're going to be fine. We always are. Okay?" He smiled, and Hinata's heart gave a very loud thud in her chest.
"Okay."
"Madam's spirits have been restored!" Neji shouted. "The sun can once more shine!"
People gave them looks, first in horror that Neji's lips were curved oddly, and in fear of not being able to say anything about it.
"Oh will you shut up?" Hinata murmured.
She turned to give him a punch, but before she could, Neji grabbed hold of her and lifted Hinata off her feet.
NSNS
Hinata was seventeen when she first fell in love. Or maybe she wasn't. Maybe it happened long ago, but the direct order from her father ignited it.
"In order to keep our reign and bloodline pure, you will be married off to Neji upon your 18th year."
Hinata had bowed then and whispered a thank you to her father.
He let her leave then, and she chose to go immediately to Neji, not knowing how to handle the situation.
She knocked upon his door and it was opened moments later. Neji stood there, confused as it was late in the night.
"Hinata, it's really late."
"I came to tell you about the odd news my father just gave."
Neji had opened the door with only pants on, and Hinata felt so stupid for not realizing before. Her eyes drifted behind Neji's shoulder, finding tenten upon his bed. Clothed fully, but still upon his bed.
She looked away. "It's not important Neji. I will tell you in the morning."
With that she scurried off, not wanting to see them together any longer. She landed on her bed heavy, sullen, and in need of a cry.
"Hinata?"
She looked up to see Neji at her door and blushed; he watched her in such a melancholy state. "Why aren't you with Tenten?"
Neji strode in, sitting on the bed next to her. "I asked her to leave. I didn't have sex with her if that bothers you."
"It doesn't." She answered too quickly.
Neji stared, bemused. "And why not? It would bother me if another man got to love you."
She looked to him, and then away as he was already looking.
"What did you want to tell me?"
She feel embarrassed and shook her head. "It's not important."
He laughed. "I think it is. If I've known you my whole life if only to somehow fall in love with you, I think marrying you is very important. If I've known you my whole life, I wouldn't want to marry any other."
"Ho-"
"Hiashi told me this morning. I've waited all day for you to come to me. When you did not, I contacted Tenten if only to subdue my sexual fantasies."
He then leaned closer and kissed her.
Hinata's heart was pounding. Her mind was racing. Her pulse was quickening as she feel back and Neji lay between her, kissing and murmuring.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," he mumbled softly.
"No," she shook my head. "I want to."
He let out a sigh, and wrapped her in his arms like a blanket. "I'm just so afraid I'm going to accidently hurt you." his voice became tense, and he held onto the girl even tighter. "You promise, that if I do something that you don't like, you'll tell me."
Hinata nodded slowly, keeping her bright eyes locked on his to show that she fully understood the concept.
"I love you," she finally whispered into his chest. "I know you would never harm me. I trust you."
He smiled, and without another word, lifted his white cotton shirt over his head and tossed it in the corner without a care in the world. Hinata eyes and heart both were not prepared for what they witnessed.
His body was just like it was in her dreams. Not very tanned, but beautifully sculpted like a statue. He was real. And he was all hers.
"Wow," she sputtered, not knowing what else to say. "You're gorgeous."
He chuckled and took her in his arms again, their bodies pressed up against each other made her nerves tingle, but she remained calm. His skin was warm, and smoothe; another thing taken straight from her thoughts.
He suddenly then lifted her, and carried her in his arms until they got to his bedroom, helping each other tear off clothes along the way.
When they arrived, Neji lay Hinata on the bed and proceeded to crawl next to her.
"Any special requests before we begin?" his smile sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight.
"Yes," she exhaled staring up at the ceiling. "Whatever you do-don't get me pregnant yet."
He laughed and kissed her bare shoulder blade. "Your wish is granted."
And then, the room became still, and the only sounds were the ones that came from the two of them together, making something beautiful.
The low rumble of thunder awoke Hinata the next morning. She was lying on her stomach, her back uncovered and her arms intertwined around her head.
Neji was still sleeping next to her, his muscular arms wrapped like a snake around his pillow. His slow, steady breathing was peaceful and soothing.
The soft pitter patter of the raindrops outside would seem relaxing to some people, but to Hinata, it was a distraction.
She shifted her body sideways so she faced Neji, and slowly inched her way over to him.
His eyes remained closed, and she watched in awe as his chest rose with each breath he took in, and collapsed at each one released. She then wondered if it was really possible to love another the way she loved him.
Hinata rested her head on his shoulder and gently ran her fingertips up and down his chest, thinking about last night and what had happened. It was beautiful, and powerful at the same time. She had never really done that with anyone before, and she wondered if Neji hadn't either. If he put more passion into their love making than he did with others.
She now wanted him to wake up, and shower her with love like he always did. But he looked so peaceful, and so relaxed, it would be a sin to awake such beauty.
But she didn't care. Hinata brought her lips to his neck, and then brushed them up the side of his chiseled face, and up to his ear.
"Wake up," came the whisper.
He didn't move an inch. He still lay silently, sleeping like a newborn infant.
"Wake up," she said somewhat louder. "Neji, wake uuuupp."
"Mmmmmm," he finally moaned rolling onto his back, eyes still shut.
"Neji," her voice became more stern. "Wake up." She climbed atop of him and spoke again. "It's morning."
He opened his eyes and smiled when he saw her. "I know it's morning, but I need my rest."
Still, he did not close his eyes. He just stared at her silently, a small smile playing at his lips.
Her head turned. "What?" The confusion was clear.
Neji shook his head. "I am mesmerized by you, Hinata Hyuuga. I always have been."
She did love Neji as he did love her. She was given the privilege of being able to use forbidden emotions, and for that she was grateful.
But all her life, Hinata Hyuuga knew that there was someone in this world that held stronger emotions. There was someone who felt love and happiness in all variants.
Growing up, she and Neji would see things that made them so happy, they would smile their little hearts out.
She seemed so compassionate about things that the very thought of them warned her heart.
She loved her father so much that she voted to follow his order. She vowed to live for him.
But Hiashi Hyuuga had taught her everything. And with that, he once told her that there were two life long friends whose emotions were so strong, they could not hide them.
There was once a man travelling a long journey across the wonders of the world at twilight.
In time, the man came upon a river with no crossing bridge. The river of death.
The river was a ribbon of living turquoise, boldly flowing amid the green of the forest. No matter the chatter of the trees, it was steady, welcoming, refreshing.
On quiet days, it can be heard to whisper its wisdom, on stormy days it was lost to all but those who listened closely. The river always talks, always speaks the wisdom of the water to anyone who treasures its musical words. Even on the rainiest of days it can heard beneath the splashes, a sacred melody, always moving, always present.
"Come to us." It whispered.
The man nearly stepped in, but he was smart and stepped back.
Having been highly trained in magical arts, the wizard pulled out his wand and wanted it, creating a bridge that would help him in passing this treacherous water.
Ignoring the whispers, he set forth. Halfway across the bridge, his path was blocked by a hooded figure.
And death spoke to him.
He felt angry and cheated out of a new victim, as travellers would usually listen to the whispers and drown themselves.
But death was cunning, as smart as the wizard before him. He pretended to congratulate the man upon his magic, and granted him a prize for evading him.
"Tell me, what would you like?" He whispered in a soothing manner.
They stared at one another for a moment pass. "I would like to go forth from this place without being followed by death."
Death shrunk back, his hidden obsidian eyes narrowed. "A cunning one, I see. To ask for immortality when death himself hands it over."
The wizard humbly shook his head. "No man can be immortal. But to himself, he is. He may know that he is going to die, but he can never know that he is dead."
"And you are wise because you know this? Or think you know it?"
"I am wise because I know that I know nothing." The man murmured.
And death continued to question him about these words, and after a moment, allowed the man to question him. They spoke until finally the man wished to continue his journey.
And death, unwilling, handed the man a cloak of immortality, and he stood aside, watching as the man left.
Years continued to move onward, and though Death searched for the man for many years, he was never able to find him.
It was only when he had attained a great age, and so had Death, that the wizard finally took off the Cloak of Immortality and gave it back.
"You have given up the cloak of immortality."
The man turned, finding the familiar hood of so long ago hovering over him.
"Well, if you can see the light at daybreak, you cannot care if you die at dusk."
And in the faint glow of the early moonlight, the man watched a small smile erupt upon Death's pale face.
He smiled too. "Tell me again how you took hold of this job, old friend."
Death laughed and reached out his hand for the taking. "Come, Naruto."
The wizard went with him gladly, and as equals, they departed this life.
These two beings lived to this day, Hiashi told her, reborn each time they were torn apart. Their forbidden emotions were different because their emotions were stronger.
Unlike Hinata and Neji, these two could be so happy, tears of pure joy would spill from their eyes.
These two were so compassionate about one another that the very thought of the other being hurt would tear them to pieces.
They loved each other on a level that was beyond Hinata loving Neji. Or Hinata loving her father.
Unlike Hinata, who loved her father enough to live for him, these two beings loved each other so much, they were willing to die for one another.
Could she ever imagine that, she thought. To love someone to the point of sacrificing her life?
Their forbidden emotions were different because they had created them.
And the only thing the world could do now was keep them apart. The only way for the society to work- dull minds, plain colors, no life- was to forbid happiness.
And break down the reincarnations of both Death and the traveling wizard.
They are always here, Hinata. They will not stop until they are together.
She believed her father, but she never believed that she would meet them. She never believed it to be so frighteningly true.
Until she met Naruto Uzumaki, a humbled man on a journey to nowhere; how surreal and strong his emotions were.
And Sasuke Uchiha, the smile hidden by power; how undeniable and unhidden his emotions were.
There are many people like us, Hinata. But the two who have the strongest emotions are those who cannot hide them; and thus, suffer the most.
So she believed him.
"Hinata?"
The woman turned, staring into the eyes of Neji as he came in.
"The ship is ready."
"Very well. Have they arrived yet?"
"No, and he has a client."
Hinata grimaced at her husband's words and looked away. How disturbing it was for her to know that Sasuke was in love with Naruto, but was forced to have sex with other men.
"Exactly how long has Hiruzen-san been here?"
Neji pulled a few strands of his long hair. "Some hours, I suppose."
"I'm going to get Sasuke then."
It was then that Neji's lips lifted. "Trying to see another man bare?"
"I only want you." She bluntly stated. Despite hearing it numerous times, Neji still went red, which was very odd.
Sasuke groaned in pleasure and pain as Sarutobi's penis pushed in and out of him.
Lying on his stomach, face planted in the sheets, the man freely imagined it was Naruto fucking him.
But again was disturbed that he'd thought that. Here was Hiruzen Sarutobi, former Daimyo of the fire country, thrusting hard, as Sasuke imagined Naruto.
Before he said anything, there was a sharp rap on the door and in walked Hinata Hyuuga, her face devoid of any emotion as she grabbed hold of his arm.
Hiruzen stopped thrusting in pure shock and Sasuke blushed in embarrassment of Hinata seeing him in this state.
She looked over his pale naked body, grimacing at the bruises on his face, and those on his body.
"Sarutobi-san has over welcomed his stay. You must return to your quarters at once. Dress and leave."
Sasuke nodded hastily, dressing and scurrying from the room, trying all the while to pick down his erection.
The last thing he saw was Hinata drawing her sword, muttering something about the abuse of Hyuuga property.
He thanked the heavens the stable was empty, but also cursed his luck as Naruto lay upon his back, arm curled beneath his head, eyes searching the ceiling for answers.
As if sensing a presence, the blond man lifted his head, noted Sasuke's flush features and his erection, and rested again.
"There is a warm bucket of water if you would like to bathe by the corner."
Sasuke once more grew heated, and deep inside bitter, as he thanked Naruto.
He undressed and dunked himself in the water quickly before Naruto glanced up again.
A heavy moan left his throat as the water calmed his nerves and soaked the bruises from his fight with Hiruzen.
"Why is there a bruise on your face?"
He looked to see Naruto staring intensely. "A fight with my client." He vaguely answered and Naruto knew that was all he would get.
So he hummed and laid back down. "Sasuke?"
The Uchiha soaked his hair. "Yes, idiot?" He murmured softly.
Naruto laughed. "What would you do if your life suddenly changed? What would you do if you were taken away from this place? Away from captivity?"
Sasuke thought for some time. "If only I could be with you, then it wouldn't matter. but if suddenly, I was taken from you, I would die. I'm drawn to you and these are feelings I cannot understand, but they are here to stay nonetheless. It's because I love you, right? It has to be."
Naruto lifted his head then. "But you hardly know me."
"Untrue. There is no one in this world I feel like I know more than you. I feel like I've known you since the beginning of time. I feel safe with you."
Naruto simply hummed and said no other word, as if Sasuke's confession was all he waited for.
It was later in the night when Sasuke was shaken awake by soft hands. Hands that were not warm and calloused, and therefore not Naruto's. His black eyes shot open.
There before him was the face of Hinata Hyuuga, trying to wake him. When she saw that she did, she spoke in a whisper.
"Come, Sasuke. We must hurry."
He blinked a few times before she rubbed again, finally getting him out of bed, dragging him along in the darkness.
It was only the soft chill that went beneath his shirt that helped Sasuke realize he was just drug outside.
She pulled him to the docks and finally he caught the bravery to say "where are we going, Hyuuga-sama?"
She turned with a soft smile that made him miss a step. Hinata Hyuuga, warrior of her clan, was doing something only he and Naruto could do.
"Hinata is just fine, Sasuke."
They continued along the docks and it wasn't long before they reached a ship.
"I am helping you escape, Sasuke. You cannot be in Konoha for long."
"I cannot dream of leaving Naruto." He spoke in fear. "I love him so much that I would die without him now."
Hinata smiled, but still ushered him upon the large ship. "Tousan, I retrieved him. We are ready to set sail."
Sasuke grew even more confused. Hiashi, leader of the clan, was leaving too? Standing there smiling until he hugged his daughter with great relief?
There were various others upon the ship and Sasuke seemed ready to faint. Looking around, he spotted Naruto talking to an ANBU warrior hidden by a inu mask.
He'd seen that Inu mask before. Very long ago. Very…..
He scratched his silver head, pulling down his mask and giving Sasuke a menacing scowl with his single eye.
"Lord Danzo has given me orders to let you run. And although I want to kill you slowly, watch the blood trickle from your body, I'm going to turn around."
It was then Naruto turned to him and smiled brightly. "Sasuke. Welcome to the resistance."
The man next to him removed his mask with caution.
Sasuke suddenly took on a pale look, as if he'd been painted with whitewash - even his lips were barely there. Then with one step backwards, he crumpled like a puppet suddenly released of their strings.
Holy shit. Kakashi, assassin of the Uchiha, and Sasuke meet again. How will Sasuke take that this is Naruto's father?
I hope you guys didn't find the Hyuugacest too repulsive, if you did at all. I was trying to write it in a way of the old age, in which incest and inbreeding was pretty regular.
I'm the beginning, we see a flashback of Kakashi and Naruto confronting the boy's color blindness. The things he apologized for are events that actually happened in the span of Japan's history.
The Japanese emperor did actually forbid contact with China sometime before the 1100s. He said Naruto was in contact with them and was probably, most likely a spy, and therefore was probably killed for treason.
In the 1100s, the Taira and Minamoto did fight for control of Japan until the latter gained control in the 1180s.
And finally, the great famine, disease/plague, came in 1181, killing thousands.
What the hell is the resistance? How will Danzo react? Where are they going? All this and more next chapter.