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She had said her goodbyes, well goodbyes to her team anyway the others didn't even know that she was back. Maybe her family wanted nothing to do with her anymore, she probably lost her position as heir when they thought she were dead. She didn't practically care anymore nothing matters, It was enough to live each day as it came.
Running at a steady rhythm to god knows where, on either side was two masked Anbu, and Kakashi, and a man that wore a strange forehead protector, Yamato she thought his name was. She was on a giddy natural high, going back over the memories of the man that put her on this rush of hormonal euphoria. Just thinking about him brought a satisfied smile to her lips.
Having a sudden impulsive urge to shout something. "YAMATO!" The man in question looked up rather bemused. She started giggling "So that, was your name" she confirmed and looked at him with such a radiant smile that it made him blush.
"Hinata focus" Kakashi ordered, "If I knew you where going to be so slaphappy, I wouldn't of let him stay," he grumbled to him self. She ignored him and swapped positions so that she was running along side Yamato. He stiffened slightly, nervous with her sudden interest in him, she smiled sweetly at him and said nothing.
Ahead in the distance they herd howling, Kakashi's ninja hounds had picked up Sasuke sent, and the chase was on. They picked up the pace immediately, the two Anbu ran off ahead disappearing from sight, even Kakashi ran ahead leaving Yamato and Hinata trailing behind. Then abruptly they stopped, one of the dogs' growls "the scent disappeared." Another lifts his head and barks, "I smell him! It's coming from ten meters ahead" then another howls, " I Smell him too, but from the other direction but it keeps disappearing." Kakashi looked concerned "Lets retreat for now, he knows where here, he's toying with us."
They had made camp for the night, with four Anbu, two former and two current, the preparation was done quickly and efficiently. Not that Hinata would have been much help, like with all good things if there were a high then there is a low, it is simply the nature of physics. And oh how she was feeling the low now, she missed Kiba she craved him, his touch, his kisses, but most of all the weight of his larger hand around hers, every time she was tired.
It felt like every time she was remotely happy or comfortable, it would all get swept away by this ill founded and bitter fate. Perhaps Neji was right, fate is a twisted and malicious bitch, and hell would freeze over before you managed to claw your life free from it. She let out at dry laugh, "oh great, I am starting to think and agree with Neji." She was watching Kakashi discussing something with the others and a dog come into the camp to swap patrol with another. She continued with her internal strife, "that's right aren't I suppose to be crazy, I mean shouldn't I receive therapy to rehabilitate my mind?"
She laid out her body right where she sat, directly on to the dirt floor, she stared up at the sky, there was no breath taking or awe inspiring sight before her, it was simply the sky, big and dark. Bringing her hand up to her right eye, she ran her finger along the ridges and raised bumps of her scar, and wondered why the new skin of a scar was smooth and soft, wouldn't it be more appropriate if it were rough and gritty.
"Oww" she said with no hint of pain in her tone and in her normal voice. "Are you ok Hinata?" she heard Kakashi concern. With out moving from her position she replied, "I don't know, probably not." It lapsed it to silence for a minute or two, before he replied, "Don't lie there if your tired, sleep in the tent."
"I can't, you know I can't, not with out you." She paused and corrected her self " probably not even with you." She sat up and turned to them with a slightly startled expression as if something had just occurred to her. "I just thought if your both here who's looking after Naruto, we should probably go back and check if he's ok"
" You needn't concern your self with that, but why the sudden urge to see Naruto" Yamato asked worried about her erratic behavior. She shrugged and answered nonchalantly " I don't know maybe, it because I haven't seen him in a while, or because I've been in love with him, for most of my life." At the last part of her statement Yamato seemed slightly taken aback by her confession.
"We should probably sleep now, early start tomorrow" kakashi said trying his best to change the subject; he had enough of this stressful day, and it didn't look like things would get any better tomorrow. Hinata stood and followed him into the tent; lacking any of her own personal clothes she wore what Kurenai provided her with, and the official chunnin uniform. It made her feel uncomfortable, an illogical reaction she knew, but It was already an uncomfortable situation having to share a tent with a man she always looked up to as a mentor.
Had Sakura ever had to share the same tent as him, or did having male teachers mean you have separate tents; Ino would have been in the same situation. She shouldn't really care she wouldn't have a problem with sharing a tent with the other males. But he was her teacher, too close too familiar but not familiar enough to be comfortable.
All of these, things going through her head as she sat there scrunch up in the corner as far away as possible from Kakashi. Which wasn't far considering it was a two-man tent, he regarded her expression, he wasn't quite sure what emotion it was, a sort of cross between confusion and anger. "Hinata san, I give you my word that I will not do anything to you." Her expression now tilted to angry. "I'd prefer to stay with Yamato san."
He was slightly surprised "Ok, I'll just, go and see if that's possible" he was moving for the tent door, but she placed her hand on his shoulder and stopped him. "I'll do it." Popping her head out the door she shouted "Yamato san, could you come here please" she turned back to Kakashi with the same angry confused look upon her face and told him in a business like tone "Please, leave." She left him with no room to argue, so he packed up his stuff and left, patting Yamato on the shoulder "Good luck, you'll need it."
"Huh, senpai, where are you going. What do you mean?" he was looking to the tent then at the retreating form of Kakashi's back. Suddenly a hand, came out of the tent grabbed him by the vest and pulled him in. She greeted him with a vicious little smile, quickly turning their positions so that she was on top of him unzipping his chunnin vest and discarded it. Completely forgetting he was a trained jounin all he could manage to do was to crawl back away from her until he was right up against the wall of the tent. "Hin Hinata san"
"Call me sama," She said in a seductive purr. " Hinata sama, what are you…" unable to finish his statement he gulped, as she ran her hand up from his chest towards his head. She was like a snake coiling around her pray, She was straddling him now she cupped his face then let her hands slip in to his hair, reaching around the back of his head she untied the knot of his forehead protector, lifted it up and away from his head.
Bringing her face so close to his, so that the tip of her nose ghosted over his cheek. He was holding his breath as her lips positioned in front of his, his face felt like it was a blaze, his heart was pounding so hard in his chest, he thought he might have a heart attack. She hovered just inches away from his lips and sucked in a breath. Abruptly she pulled back " well then good night" she said in a cheerful voice, and settle down on her side of the tent.
The next morning Kakashi put his head into the tent, wondering why they hadn't already gotten up. He found the sight before him quite amusing, Hinata was curled up onto Yamato side, with one of her leg's rapped around his waist her hand under his T-shirt resting on his chest, her face buried in his neck under his chin. He however was lying stiff and straight as a rod, his eyes wide open, with dark circles forming under them.
"heh, having fun there Tenzou" you could hear the grin on his voice. "Help, me" he wheezed out like a broken man.
"You look like, you're doing just fine from here."
"I hate you"
"Heh most men, would say your lucky."
" I don't think, I can take this much longer." Hinata shifted in her sleep so that she had her upper half now pressed on to his chest, and slid her hand down to wards his stomach, edging closer to the waist band of his pants.
"Well, where not in a hurry so, take your time" Kakashi waved as he left.
"No, senpai wait…" he shot his hand up after him, the movement woke Hinata up. Seeming rather groggy and not clearly thinking she reached up and kissed him on the lips "Morning" she sat up, with her eyes still half closed, and crawled out of the tent. Yamato didn't appear from the tent, for another ten minutes.
They where on the move again, but they where basically searching blind. Hinata didn't even know why they carried on, the entire mission was compromised; they had failed the moment Sasuke discovered them and decided to send them in different directions. Wanting her thoughts to be heard she spoke " There is no point for you all to still be here, he clearly isn't going to come out with all of you around. Plus he never, going to come for me now." As if he would of came for me anyway.
They must have traveled quite far north, the air was cold, you could see the fog of your own breath in front of you. The tree thinned becoming longer and darker as they went on, they couldn't run as much they would of liked. The ground was uneven with rocks and slippery stones.
Kakashi's pack of dogs stalked along side the main group, some visible others not so, their darker fur merging with the surroundings as they weaved in and out of the trees. It started to rain at first it was a light drizzle, so they trudged on, then came the deafening down pour. It was too risky to carry on so they stopped; Yamato built them a very sturdy shelter. Sturdy or not it was stilled being thrashed from the outside; every one came in dripping and soaking to the bone.
Team morale was at an all time low, cold wet with no leads to go on. The disconsolate atmosphere seemed to have taken hold wrapping it self around Hinata's mind, and thriving. Questioning her very existence, something she had done many times before, but now it wasn't simply questioning her worth, her strength as a person, her position in the clan.
No they all seemed trivial now, every thing had now become skewed, her life in the village comfortable, familiar, despite its appearance, just claw away its false skin, and you'll find the retched stench of a afoul nation built on dark secretes and death, fuelled by the constant need to be on top, for power.
The daemons that haunt the shanobi world, these daemons will never go away, they will kill you, hunt you, desire you, abhor you, hold you in the highest esteem, as high as the dirt underneath them. These are things all shanobi know, they keep them shackled in the very corners of their mind, and paint over it with loved ones and with fake excuses of the grater good. Being a ninja simply meant that you would catch a glimpse of those daemons.
Growing weary of her own mind, she approached Yamato " I need a bath" a command rather than a statement, "of course, follow me" he looked flustered and red in the face he didn't make eye contact with her. She smirked, the twisted amusement she found from teasing him, she reached out and brushed her hand along his arm, he practically jumped away from her. She almost felt pride in making a grown man react like that, Hinata followed him to a room at the back of the house, with a few hand signs he had built a large wooden bath tub and even filled it with warm water. " Wow Yamato san, your really use full, maybe I should stick with you from now on" she smiled at him sweetly
"Ah, ha ha thanks" he replied nervously, as he quickly backed out of the room. She removed all of her clothes and untied her hair, which she wore in a bun, because it had gotten wet in the rain. And lowered her self slowly into the water, she sank in deeper, an image of being in the interrogation, at Khonoha, filtered in to her mind. Remembering how the Hokage's eyes seemed like they exposed the depth of her life. What do my own show, a broken and lost little girl, or cold nothingness? She let out a deep breath and slipped under the water, she watched bubbles rise up from her nose pop and dispersing when it hit the surface, her hair creating a strange dark blanket, splayed out on top of the water. Perhaps nothing ever becomes clear she thought as she slowly drowned.
Her lungs were burning and her vision was becoming dark, and every inch of her was screaming for oxygen. Two arms pulled her out of the water; she choked at the sudden rush of air and coughed out the water in her lungs. Everything was a blur she couldn't focus, arms still supported her finally able to focus she saw the person who saved her life. It was one of the masked anbu, kneeling before her waist deep in the water.
She was still panting hard, falling back so that she was leaning against the wall of the tub, she lolled her head to the side and stared at the anbu through defeated eyes. He let her go, he watched her for a moment then slowly reached up and covered her eyes with his hand. Reaching up to touch his face he had taken his mask off, she felt it hit the water and cause a ripple. She gasped, she knew these features how many times had she ran her fingers down the bridge of his nose, or traced the curve of his lips.
Tugging his hand away from her eyes, why, why has he come, why did he stop me. With out another thought she lunged forward, with raw savage energy she crushed her body against him, with such desperation she sought his lips, scratching, pulling, biting. It felt as if she would suffocate with out his skin, his taste and touch.
With such a frenzy she ripped and yanked off the clothes he had on needing to feel his skin. She was crying now, tears that felt heavy and draining came streaming down her face. She grabbed fist full's of his hair and pulled him under the water with her locking their lips together, binding her leg's around his waste. He was reacting, kissing back just as fiercely, hands roaming her body, he was swiveling his body so they became a tighter fit. They both gasped as they came up for air, clinging to each other with such impulsive need, It wasn't enough, they needed to be closer, they wanted more, to have every last part of each other.
She was sitting in the front room, by the fire near Sasuke in his Anbu disguise. He was so close she wanted to reach out and touch him, but she knew doing that would bring the attention of the whole room on to them. Instead she had Pakun on her lap, stroking him and wondering why none of them had picked up his sent, how did they not know he was sitting right next to her.
She fell on her side and curled up next to the fire, tired from the day's activities. Pakun trotted off, leaving her nothing to hold, she was about to get up and find another furry companion or perhaps force Yamato to take a nap with her. When Sasuke came and laid in front of her, she blinked once a little confused, but reached out for him non the less, he slid closer and held her. "Wouldn't they find this suspicious?"
"We'll be out of here, before they figure out who I am" he answered her worries. She nodded and drifted off.
Just as he said, when she next awoke it was somewhere different, It was still raining heavily, she could hear and smell that much. Sitting up she found she was in a tall cave, with the entrance a little bit further down. But she was alone "Sa…" before she could finish calling his name he was there next to her. Looking up not the slightest bit fazed, she inspected him he was still wearing the Anbu uniform but with out the mask. "What now." He closed his eyes and lent back on the wall, the dark greenish gleam of the rock wall reflected on his skin, his dark hair matted down by the rain. He looked tired, his lips moved, she wouldn't have caught what he said if she hadn't been watching so closely.
He whispered, "We run."