Naruto belongs to Kishimoto
She was awoken by something being tugged up away from her, but she couldn't seem to stay aware of anything. The comfort from the warmth her body was feeling was making it impossible to stay alert.
The next time she wakes she feels the heat radiate up from the water before her body is lowered in to it. She recognises the sensation of flesh on flesh, her arm being raised, she could feel the fibers of a cloth soaked in tepid water and soap being rubbed gently in a circular motion across her skin.
All this she had observed with her skin, however not every thing can be attained by touch. Reluctantly opening her eyes, she confirms herself to be naked in the water, on either side of her, naked masculine legs. Seeking a more primitive comfort she leans further into the man's chest.
" w-who are you". Her voice foreign to her own ears.
Hair tickles her neck as he leans forward placing his chin over her shoulder to whisper in to her ear "Your fever is still high and your wounds aren't healed yet, don't try to move. I won't hurt you"
He proceeded to scrub in a very methodical manner down her arm and across her chest.
Too drained to muster any sort of emotion, she lets her head collapse back on to his shoulder.
Looking up, lazily gathering the mans appearance, black hair, smoothed down at the back and longer strands of it clinging to the side of his face, due to the steam rising up from the water.
Reaching up and grasping a weak hold of his chin and turning his face towards her to gain a better view.
The man looks directly at her; he has dark brown eyes almost black, his eyes and hair appearing even darker in contrast to his pale skin and sharp features.
Feeling her eyelids get heavier, she calls upon her last bit of strength to whisper "Your voice, your face so familiar. Finally succumbing to sleep her arm slips back in to the water.
"Hmn" she hears him reply through the fog of her conscious.
Sharp pain pierces her, gritting her teeth in retaliation, letting out a little whimper as is pressure placed down on the jagged hole in her abdomen.
The man finishes wrapping a bandage around her waist. He looks up at her noticing she's awake " Your lucky the kurnai didn't hit any major organs".
"Oh" is her lazy reply. He places an arm behind her back and lifts her in to a sitting position; he supports her against him and keeps his arm on her back as a support. With his other hand he brings forward a bowl of what looks to be soup.
He dips the spoon in and brings it to her mouth. She hesitates but opens her mouth non-the less. He proceeds to feed her like you would and infant.
Having had enough she gently pushes his hand away, numbly looking down, she find she's wearing a dark blue top that's to big for her, it goes down to her mid thigh. Glancing around, she finds herself to be in a dingy little room, not very much light coming from the little window high upon the gray wall. To her left a door, not really taking anything in, she leans back into the man.
Nuzzling further into the warm her first thoughts are Akamaru, however his scent and fur were absent.
Realizing it to be flesh as the person moves, to tighten their hold on her, half smiling ah she thinks Kiba.
He had always invaded her personal space, but in recent years he had gotten bolder and even done it in his sleep. Absentmindedly playing with his hair, running her fingers through it. She hears him grumble slightly and press him self-closers to her.
'Better wake him, before Shino wakes and pushes him a way with a wall of insects.'
Opening her eyes expecting to see her self tangled in the Inunuzuka's arms and the bright light filtering through the thin fabric of the green tent.
Only her eye's, see her self in the arms of the man with dark hair and pale skin, sleeping on a futon in the little dark gray room.
Wanting to get a better look at the man's face she moves strands of his hair away from his face and stares blankly at him. His eyes half open at the contact of her hand on his cheek, he carries on gazing at her through lidded eyes as she shifts breaking his hold and sitting up.
Her bladder was full, she probably hadn't relieved her self properly in days. Looking back down at the man who had now propped him self up on one elbow. He looked so relaxed as he watched her still half asleep, not even seeming to be fazed by the strange injured woman he had taken in and bathed with, treated her injuries, fed, and slept with.
" I-I need to relieve my self " she let out in a harsh croaky voice.
"Ah" he responds sitting up and stretching his arms above his head, before slightly yawning. He sluggishly gets up on to his knee and places one of her arms over his shoulder, wrapping his other arm around her waist, pulling her up in to a standing position with him.
"Can you walk"? Nodding once they slowly walk over to the door on the left. It leads to a corridor with a low ceiling with doors on either side of it length, and a door at the very end of the corridor. He turns her towards the first door on the left "You can use what you want in there, I am going to make something to eat".
Leaving her to go into the bathroom, recognizing the bathtub they bathed in, she finding a few of his belongings on top of the sink. A small bar of soap, a little blue towel, his toothbrush and some toothpaste.
Then she notices a plain black comb resting on the edge of the bathtub. It had a few strands of her navy blue hair caught in it. Picking it up and running her finger along the teeth.
'He must of combed my hair with it'.
After she was finished she made her way down the corridor looking for the young man. She could smell something being fried and then she herd some noises, following the sound she found him in a small kitchen cooking with the door open.
Watching him for a moment, he was topless and was just wearing shorts. It was obvious from the way his muscles had developed that he was a ninja. There was only one person she could think that matched his physique; she tried out her hunch "Sasuke" she called from the doorway.
"Humn" he responded looking straight at her not the slightest bit surprised, she recognized him
"Erm where are we"? Slightly stunned by his laid back response.
"Bunker in the forest" He was plating up the simple breakfast.
"Oh" she said, with not knowing how else to reply
"How many days have I been"?
"Asleep, five days" he said cutting her question short. Indicating with his head to sit down at the small table.
"Oh" is all she said as she sat down opposite him.
They ate in silence; she didn't ask him why he had rescued her. Nor did she ask what he intended to do with her next. She simply accepted the fact that she was here with him at this moment.
She felt no embarrassment that he had seen and touched her naked or that he has dressed her. It was necessary and convenient to do things they way he did. However she wasn't going to thank him, he did this out of his own free will, whether it is on a whim or for a greater purpose she didn't feel indebted to him.
Shivering slightly as she walked down the corridor, the only piece of clothing she wore was his T-shirt. He noticed and stepped closer, placing an arm around her shoulder and pulling her in to his chest, his torso cold against her back.
Reaching for his free arm, she held his between hers and stroked it slightly and blew into it, to stimulate some heat. Letting it go as he the open the door, they were back in the room with the futon.
Picking her up and placing her on the futon wrapping the sheet around her. Kneeling at eye level with her,he tells her " I am leaving now ".
He didn't wait for her to respond neither did she; he stood and left the room. Some time had passed since he left; she was now sitting there wondering what to do. He hadn't told her to wait for him or that he was even coming back. Not being able to decide whether she should stay or leave.
She didn't feel grateful to him and there was nothing to keep her here, but the was nothing to go back to either.
A few hours had past since he had left, deciding to explore the bunker she found most of the doors were locked apart from the three rooms she had been in, she didn't try the one at the end of the corridor, having a feeling that it would be unlocked. She was standing in the kitchen still wrapped in the sheet, her back to the door when she herd him call her "Hyuuga"
"Hinata" she stated without turning around.
"Hinata" he repeated. She felt him walking closer, and pause just an inch behind her she, could feel his hair tickle her cheek and his breath on her neck as he whispered in to her ear "I am back".
"Oh" she uttered.
After they ate a meal in silence. He stood "Come" she followed. They walked in to the bathroom. He let the water fill the tub; he slid the bed sheet of her letting it fall to the floor and taking off her T-shirt.
She didn't resist, if she was angry or embarrassed she didn't show it, she watched impassively as he unwrapped the bandages. He turned the taps off and undressed him self. He picked her up, stepped in to the bath along with her. He sat there with her in between his legs. Pinking up her arm and starting to gently scrub with the small blue cloth.
She let, him she hadn't stopped him or protested in anyway. She wanted to see his face, the expression he wore. She swiveled and turned her body so she was now facing him. He looked directly at her, his face emotionless. Bringing her hands to his face she cupped his cheek. He lent slightly in to her touch.
With her other hand she traced his feature with her finger lightly. "Sasuke" she said to her self as if reminding her self whom the face belongs to. He took her hand and carried on with what he was doing.
He dried her and dressed her wounds as she combed her own hair. Then he brought out a clean set of clothes a T-shirt and shorts. He dressed her in the T-shirt and wore the shorts himself. They slept on the same futon together and in the morning she found her self in his arms.
They'd then have breakfast together, he would then simply state he was leaving and leave. Hours later he would find her in the state he had left her in, wrapped in the sheet. He'd tell her he's back, her response all ways the same "oh".
They would then eat and he would always wash her, they would go to sleep without saying a word.
They followed this routine for a month.