„Why am I doing his?" She kept asking herself. She was sitting on a roof top watching down into the street. She was watching him. As he went to his team, as he entered their favorite bar. As he held her hand. It has become a habit for hers, to follow him around. If someone bumped into her she always had several good excuses prepared, and then she would continue with her obsession. No matter how hard she tried to stop it, she just couldn't resist. She wanted to be there with him, but as she couldn't, as he would never welcome it, she just stayed around and observed. It made her wonder why he never noticed her, she wasn't as skillful as he was, but somehow she managed to do it on more occasions then she could count.
Lately, in the last two-three years, she picked up many habits she would never admit to anyone. Like when he would go on long missions sometimes she would sneak to his room and sleep in his bed. Like when he would pass by her she would look down but carefully observe him from under her fringe. Like when laying down in her bed she would whisper his name as she eased her own pain…
It made her feel sick. He was her cousin, he wasn't even her friend, moreover he was her lethal enemy. But somehow that worked as an aphrodisiac. She was dragged to him, attracted by his beauty and strength. It all began from simple admiration, then it turned into something more. It turned into longing.
On the outside more people thought she was still afraid of him, but what was going on the inside was a fire. A fire that with time kept growing.
A fire only he could put out or turn into even a greater one. He was the key to her happiness. He was the only one who could ease her pain. But she was too scared to make a move to come closer. And he didn't come to her…
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He could see her clearly on the roof, it was the third time he caught her doing that. First time he didn't react, second time he just ignored it, but tonight was different. Tonight he had drank too much, and he was mad too much at her to just leave it.
He had enough of her butting into his life. His whole life and all his problems always lead to her. She was the one who caused it all. First putting him into the branch house, then killing his father, then… everything that happened next, and now she got into his head and wouldn't leave. Now she would follow him and not leave him alone. He decided to wait it out, go back home and trap her as she came back herself. He his himself in her room, which was not that difficult altogether because it was pitch black dark. And he waited, he waited for her.
After several minutes she came in, but before he could do anything, she quickly dropped all her clothes to the ground and threw herself into bed, without putting the light on. He caught a glimpse of her pale skin, of her perfect from and it made him even more mad when he felt the reaction of his body to it. The he heard her cry, she was quietly weeping into her pillow, as if something had hurt her very much. He wondered what it was but that really did not interest him, something else made him come there that night. He decided he had to do something, he moved towards her and sat next to her on the bed and brutally grabbed her arm and pulled her up. She was surprised with him being there, she looked up at him, and the only thing he could notice were her beautiful wet eyes, her skin, her hair and her tempting lips. The urge of his body kept whispering things he could do with her, things he could do only with her. Things he just had to do. He leaned down and pressed a warm kiss against her lips. One kiss lead to another, one touch to one more. Her naked form pressed against him still in clothes. Her legs tangled around him, and her response to his kisses and touch, it all drove him mad. It was crazy, it was hell and heaven. He took off his clothes parting with her only for several seconds, he grabbed her tight, and he did what he was dreaming of for years. He made her scream his name when he was in her with his full length, he made her go wild with every move and touch. He left his marks on her, and she did the same to him, painfully scratching his back in response to his painful love bites. It was agony, but it lead to release. It was both physical and mental ecstasy. He dropped into her open arms and gently moved his weight off her, it that position they stayed fast asleep.
They both woke up hearing a scream, Hianta did not know what was going on, neither did Neji. He could feel his head pound with a huge hangover, and he could also feel a warm body just against his. She was in total shock feeling someone laying next to her, shock turn into terror when she realized who it was and who was the person screaming. Soon footsteps were heard in the corridor and Lord Hyuuga barged into the room to see a sigh he could not have imagined in his worst nightmares. They both opened their eyes, to meet two other byakugan eyes of Lord Hiashi and Hanabi. Lord Hyuuga grabbed Hanabi and lead her out of the room, because the sigh they presented was not suited for a twelve year old. Then he turned towards them and said that they better have a good explanation, and that they were to show up in his office within five minutes.
Neji looked at Hinata, and she looked back at him. Then she turned her eyes downcast, only to see the explicit sigh they both presented to Hanabi and Hiashi. She blushed badly and couldn't gather her thoughts. She grabbed the sheet that was only covering them partially and pulled it up to cover her breast. It only made the said sheet slide off Neji presenting him in his full magnitude. She blushed even more and did not date to look at him. She thought it was just one more wet dream, one more fantasy she often imagined in her mind. But this was something different, they actually did it, and what is more they got caught in the worst style possible.
He was mad, mad at her that this turned out this way. Mad that she made him loose his control and senses. Mad that she was covering herself to avoid his eyes. It was all her fault. And despite the fact that he did take part in it as well, that even now his body wanted her, it was all her fault.
He looked at her in rage and quickly got up to get dressed.
Lord Hyuuga greeted them very coldly. He was disappointed with them both. With Hinata it was normal that she always did everything wrong, but it was the first time Neji failed him. This issue had to be dealt with immediately. He had no choice.
"You are to get married within the next month." He told them not allowing any discussion. "You both brought shame to our clan, marriages like this did happen in the past but it will be the first time in decades. It only makes me hope that at least the children you might have will prove to be worthy of calling themselves Hyuuga, as both of you don't deserve it at all. Go, I don't want to see you both the whole day." He told them and dismissed them not letting them say a word. There was nothing to explain, what Lord Hyuuga saw was enough to get the situation right.
They left the room and went straight back to Hinata's. It had to be talked about if they liked it or not. Neji was mad, it was all her fault, she had ruined everything! And she just kept thinking about how she was going to manage with an angry Neji and all the problems ahead of them.
"I hope you like what's going on, because I don't like it at all!" He yelled at her.
She did not respond, she just sat on her bed and cuddled her knees.
"I'm talking to you!" He shouted again.
"I'm sorry" She whispered and began to cry with helplessness. It was hopeless, he hated her, he disrespected her, he did not want her to be his wife. Her life was hopeless. There was nothing she could do to fix it all.
He looked at her helplessly, not knowing what else to say or do. He wanted to run away and from all the problems that occurred, but he couldn't. He wasn't a coward. He could feel a part of him long for her, while the other kept whispering words of rage.
He left her without a word, not knowing where to go or what to do.
He returned after an hour to find her in the same position he left her. Still crying her heart out. He cooled down a bit, and he tried to find some positive things to what happened. For him it brought serious advantages, his position in the clan would change, and he would have her anytime he wanted. She would be an easy wife to have, not demanding, easily bent. But her crying irritated him, he wished she finally stopped. He sat next to her and took her into his arms. She returned the hug and buried her face into his chest. They were in it together and somehow they would manage together.
"You know we don't have any choice?" He asked her and she nodded her head.
"You know it will be hard?" again she nodded.
"I hope this will be enough to build up something reasonable…" he murmured before leaning down to her lips to claim her again.