A/N: Went to Shuswap for the weekend…got duck itch. Lovely as always…
Hyuuga Neji – Sisters.
I could never explain what it felt like to carry her on my back that dark night. Her body was unnaturally warm, but strangely it felt comfortable – it felt right, to me. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, clinging to me strongly even in her state of unconsciousness, and her arms hung limp around my shoulders. Her head rested in the nook between my neck and shoulder, and her warm breath tickled my ear and sent convulsing shivers of need down my back.
I was in a state of delirium from my attraction toward her. It was as if her body sent out a hidden call to mine; simply having her on my back was enough to start fantasies slipping through my mind faster than water down a thirsty throat. I barely kept my composure, doing so only by watching my feet, and concentrating on each step, not thinking about how her slow, calm, warm breath crept in my ear, her soft voice whispering my name in her sleep, one foot in front of the next, keeping my Byakugan activated for intruders who might harm the soft, warm, placid girl who's thighs gripped my waist. If only she was gripping my front…
I stopped and shook my head, letting out a shuddered sigh of embarrassment. I probably shouldn't have blamed myself, seeing as how I had never felt that way about anyone before, not even a small crush, and now, here I was, completely and irreversibly in love. My body had also begun to mature, and it began feeling the sexual needs that any teenager would feel. Lust definitely went hand in hand with those two factors.
But I had to control myself. Hinata was a gentle, pure girl, who only felt wholesome feelings toward me. The most she could possibly want if anything would be simple, non sexual touching, like the way she did tonight. The way her small hands slid down my neck nearly sent me over the edge. How could I possibly control myself? The only thing stopping me was the genuine look of interest in her eye. She was not lusting, she was loving. By simply caressing my cheek, she was pleasured beyond her own belief, and her pleasure was mine. I could barely contain my own excitement when I saw how much she admired me, how much she truly did not hate me. But I'm glad she stopped when she did, because it was taking all of my strength to hold myself back.
I wish she would hate me, though. I wish we could hate each other, like we did before. Not caring so much, me despising her for having a title she does not deserve, her hating me for despising her so much. It would be simple, we could be happy. But loving each other? Even if she didn't feel so strongly towards me, it didn't stop how I felt about her. My body decided before my mind did, and my body proved me more than once uncontrollable. But now, with her curvaceous bosom pressed against my back, her warm thighs tight around my waist, her lips brushing across the hairs of my neck, it was I who had to be in control of my body, at the cost of Hinata's cleanliness and happiness, I had to control myself.
Deciding to concentrate on the path ahead of me, I looked around for people. Soon I would hit Hyuuga territory, and guards would notice right away Hinata's unconsciousness. This was not a good thing, and for Hinata's sake, I had to come up with a good lie. I stopped and kneeled, letting her slip down my back and softly hit the ground, while I rummaged through my pockets for a kunai. Finding only a shuriken, I decided it would do, and began my work.
I started with her arms, cutting small, thin lines along her white skin, in random directions, making sure to cut only deep enough so that the blood wouldn't run. I moved along to her legs, abdomen, and neck, concentrating the deeper cuts to her hands. I pressed into her arms with a rock, bruising her skin, all the while grimacing at the sight before me. I gently tore her clothing, and then spread dirt and dried grass along her slender body, inhaling short breaths, only when my lungs burned for air. Why? Why did I have to do this to her?
The only thing left was her face, and it took all of my self control to not just undo all I had done. I held the shuriken in a way that cut me, too, and my blood mixed with hers as I tried to stop the shaking weapon from cutting too deep. Our blood which was the same.
I scratched her forehead, and cheeks, and lastly, her lips. Agony riddled my body as I threw the weapon to the ground in a violent outburst, and stood up and began slamming my fist into a nearby tree. Why? She had to make me lie? Couldn't she just truly be doing what she said she was, instead of visiting me? Training, fighting, not meeting her cousin and performing acts of taboo…
I glanced behind me, my teeth clenched. I obviously had to finish what I started…she would be thankful, of course. It was only her nature to thank me for hurting her, to apologize when someone else was wrong, to stand by and take hits without even so much as thinking about hitting back. I slowly kneeled back to the ground, and touched her face, still as perfect as ever, even among the scratches and dirt. Tousling her hair and smearing her blood across her cheek was the finishing touch. I couldn't bring myself to bruise her face like I did her body, but it would be impossible to tell if it was damaged underneath the dirt, anyways.
The pristine moonlight filtered through the trees, and highlighted her features, her soft pale skin, the shape of her eyes underneath their lids, her glorious red blood even. I could see the outline of her breasts underneath her jacket – they were rounder than most of the other girls, much more defined. Hinata had even begun growing out her hair, and I didn't notice until now, until I found myself stroking it. So soft, so quiet, so cool was the air, her warm body contrasting that fact. I leaned in slowly, to closer view her face. Her lips, even split open, were perfect, pushed out ever so slightly. Her straight, pearl teeth intrigued me…I had never seen her smile open mouthed. I wondered, for a moment, what could make her beam like that. Instead of that shy, small smile she gave everyone else – could I be the one to see her grin?
"Neji sama, what are you doing with my sister?" a light, airy voice filled with power filled the woods with tension.
I flinched, my lips only inches from hers, not realizing how close I was to Hinata's face, how compromising our position was, until someone had intruded in on our moment together.
"She was injured," I spoke quickly, glancing up with a glare to meet the very same expression. Hanabi gripped the tree she was standing by and gave me a questioning smirk.
"Allow me," she said, her pixie face now frowning, her light frame sifting through the underbrush silently as she kneeled down next to her sibling. Hanabi's small hands felt along Hinata's body, and I felt my body tense. How I had been longing to do what she was doing.
To be jealous of Hinata's sister was a new one. I really was loosing my sanity.
"Just a few bruises and scratches, looks like she passed out from exhaustion…" Hanabi stated, her eyes closed. She opened them, her now activated Byakugan peering through Hinata's clothes and into her body. "No internal bleeding and her chakra supply seems to be in tact. Odd…"
"She passed out from surprise; she barely had even begun her training," I said, the tone of defence a little too loud in my voice. Hanabi turned around and observed me with her white eyes.
"Surprise?" she inquired, her body protective over Hinata's.
"She saw me," I replied, venom pouring out of my voice. "I'll let you take her from here on."
I shut my eyes and pried myself away from Hinata's side, walking away without looking back. If Hanabi… if anyone had any clue about my feelings toward Hinata – I couldn't imagine. Her rank as heiress, which she barely clung to, would be gone forever, and I would suffer much worse. But it was not me who I worried about. How could I do that to Hinata? Why must I be so selfish as to put her through this?
"Neji, wait."
I stopped, wishing she never had spoken.
"I know," she whispered. "About the garden, about you…"
I continued walking, making my way back to the compound, not showing my fear. "You're speaking nonsense, Hanabi. Go to bed."
Walking as fast as I could, I broke into a jog by the time I made it out of the forest. My heart was thumping loudly in my chest as my blood ran cold through my body. I felt sick to my stomach, and wished only to run from this, run from my feelings, to be cold hearted. I was not careful enough, obviously. Hanabi knew. Hanabi knew. The garden in itself would be enough to permanently separate Hinata and I, but even worse would be our punishment if Hanabi knew how we felt.
For Hinata's sake, for her well being…I had to stop. We had to go back to the way we were before. There could be no more night meetings.
And it killed me inside.
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Lalala. –writes another chapter-