I want to thank everyone that reviewed: all guests, Halfblood085, aj davis, LuvleeCookieChan, Kirin Lichtegren, Selena Dark Blood, crystalblue19, Oceanic Phoenix, KabeHinata Lover-2, and of course dear Voyna who's my inspiration and has given me great ideas for this fic.
Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto.
One more thing, if you expect a sadistic Sasuke taking his pleasure out of poor Hinatita all the time, you will be disappointed, rape is wrong and I won't endorse it. If you want to read something like that go read Marques de Sade's "Justine". Besides, the story would have been in that case Drama/Angst, no romance involved in that. This story deals more with the consequences of rape, and yes it will have a happy ending because I'm a sucker for those and it will be a Sasu/Hina.
Hinata woke up shaky and dazed. She was moving, she could feel the wind flowing through her face and hair. But she was not moving, at least not herself, rather she was leaning over some superfice that moved.
She opened her eyes slowly, she could see green. The green passing by she soon realized were trees and the hard superfice she was leaning on, a man's back, her head over a shoulder. Then she remembered, and a choked scream came out. It had sounded more like an intake of breath, but it was enough to announce the person carrying her that she was awake.
She tried to move and the person stopped at once. She found herself all of a sudden sitting on the ground, on the bark belonging to a big tree branch. She was clothed this time, albeit they were unfamiliar ones, but that gave her a small relief. A plain white shirt and eerily familiar blue pants. Her breasts were not bound and it felt strange having them covered just by the thin fabric, but it would have to do.
Her private parts ached, she realized with a wince as she was sat on the tree bark, noticing that she also was not wearing underpants. It was sore and it throbbed with a stinging sensation, and the fabric scratched her unpleasantly. But it was better, better than being naked at the mercy of a madman.
She looked up and saw him, standing and looking in her direction, although she could not distinguish his eyes because of the light coming from behind him. She shuddered involuntarily, and felt her body increase its heart palpitations. She started sweating profusely and her breathing accelerated rapidly. A sudden nausea overtook her but the worst was when she realized she could not breathe. She gasped for air desperately, but the needed oxygen was not reaching her lungs. Her body trembled uncontrollably. She leaned over, placing a hand on the ground holding herself, while the other hand grabbed her chest, it was tight, very tight.
Hands seized her by the shoulder, "slow down Hyuga, breathe slowly..." it did not help. She moved violently trying to shake off his hold. Don't touch me, let me go, don't touch me, don't touch me, "Don't touch me!" Her voice finally came out, rough and desperate, but in her wild movements she did not realize she had reached the branch's edge, and fell off.
The tree was very tall and she could feel her body weight falling with gravity's forces. It was better this way, she thought, to just die, but a pair of arms captured her at the last moment. "Are you trying to kill yourself ?!" The voice sounded angry, but she did not care, at least she could breathe now. "I am not going to do anything to you, I'm bringing you back to Konoha. Can you walk?"
Konoha...she thought befuddled. Her home town felt like such a far away place. So she was not being killed then, or something else...She got up, she could walk she realized.
A bundle of something was thrusted in her arms and flinched at his sudden movement but grabbed the item nonetheless. "Eat, is food." She opened the cloth, with small surprise. Her belly grumbled, reminding her that she was indeed very hungry. She was not sure what day it was but knew it has been a while since the last time she ate.
Opening the cloth she found some bread, cheese and an apple. "Arigato..." She muttered unwittingly, good manners had been ingrained in her since very young.
Despite her hunger, her stomach felt slightly queasy, so she ate slowly while sending him small furtive glances, making sure he did not get closer.
"Wh-why are you le-letting me live...?" She finally asked, eyes on her food, she could not bear look at him. "If you want to die so badly you can do so in the oncoming war Hyuga, I'm sure there will be plenty of opportunity for that." He said inscrutably.
"Wh-why are you si-siding with him...Na-Naruto-kun is..." He suddenly stood in front of her, his face close to hers, interrupting her with abrupt angry words, frightening her.
"Do not judge my motives!" He emphasized each word, almost screaming, "do not assume things Hyuga, you know nothing about me." This last thing was said less riled, leaving her personal space which he had invaded much to her relief.
"I ca-can go, I can walk... no, I ca-can run on my own." She knew she could not activate her Byakugan, she was too drained for that, but the food she ate gave her some strength and knew she could run for some distance.
She said this as she stood up, upright, pushing up her chest slightly to give a firm impression. She wouldn't have done so had she known how her breasts pressed firmly against the fabric, delineating their shape. Luckily for her, she never noticed when Sasuke's eyes flicked briefly down the area.
He looked at her for a while, unnerving her, gauging her reaction. "Alright." He said finally, looking away and pointed with two fingers. "If you keep going that way, at a steady pace you should reach Konoha in 5 hours. It is now... around fifteen hundred." His voice was neutral. "We are not close to Madara's hideout, so don't think that you can come back looking for the place." She wouldn't, she wanted nothing to do with that place. But there was something else she needed to know, something she was hesitant to ask about.
"Whe-when did I...when did I..." she swallowed, "when was it that..."
"Yesterday, you were unconscious all day until now. Is that what you wanted to know?" She nodded slowly, red faced with shame. He did not look at her when he said this though. But it was all the information she needed. She realized then that she had been gone for a day and half most probably. She still was not sure what to say when she got back.
With a last glance at him, she left, away from him. And Sasuke stood there, watching her disappear in the distance. He stood there for a while, even after he could see her no more. He looked down at his hands, closing them into fists, and vanished completely in a quick movement.
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7 years later
Sasuke sat in his usual secluded corner that afternoon, in the tea house he had frequented for the last two months while he had been visiting Yumegakure no Sato. He drank tea quietly, his sword leaning against the wall next to him, looking at the entire shop from his position. He did not lead a dangerous life per se, but his suspicious nature always kept him on the alert nonetheless. He also liked to observe people, a habit he had developed for the last few years. Like the couple a few benches away from him acting all intimate and cozy with each other, yet the shameless woman kept sending him suggestive glances, while kissing her boyfriend. Sasuke ignored her completely.
Compared with his teenage years, it could be said he followed a rather peaceful life. He did promise Kakashi he would behave after all. It was his ass in the line, he had warned Sasuke, who honestly did not want to get his former sensei into any problems, after he had been forgiven for his past misdeeds. Nonetheless, he always went by the name Shisui in his travels, his brother's best friend's, just in case. He would have rather used Itachi, but he had been too known on the lands, and he just wanted to keep a low profile, wheresoever he went.
So far it has been incident free, mostly. Except for that time he was caught pants down having sex with a woman, by said woman's husband, on their bed. He never slept with married women as a rule, but the little tramp had never told him she was married, and he had to find out when he was cock deep into the woman's pussy. To say the man had been angry was an understatement, and Sasuke not wanting to cause a scene just grabbed his clothes with shinobi speed and disappeared in the blink of an eye. It had not been a good day.
He did not particularly consider himself a womanizer, rather women always came to him, like usual and he, well he sometimes sampled more than food on the places he went. He traveled to observe and learn the kind of state the world he lived was in. He had wanted to see the ninja world through his own eyes, all those things he had overlooked in his blind search for revenge. He even kept a journal those days. He also traveled to atone, of all his youthful sins. Specially of that particular horrible misdeed of his.
He was able to let go of many self-destructive feelings, his anger towards Konoha, his thirst for revenge, his search for strength, even his self-hatred for having killed his beloved aniki, yet he could never forgive himself for what he did to her. He had expected to be sent to jail after the war, he wouldn't have even resisted have that been the case. But it never came. He came to the realization, that she, after all, never told anyone of what happened. It was a bittersweet sentiment, he had been relieved yet remorseful at the same time.
He saw her a few times, during and after the war before he left, always from afar. He never dared to make contact and he never saw her again after he went on his travels. The last time he had gone and visited Konoha, four years ago, he had know that she was not there. She had left suddenly on a mission, according to Naruto, who had been saddened because he had wanted the entire group to eat together. He still remembered having had the feeling that she had somehow known he was back, and was trying to avoid him.
He was quietly drinking some of his green tea and eating one his tomato and avocado filled onigiri, making a point to ignore the woman's wanton glances, when a pretty little thing sat a few benches away from his. Dark hair, fair skinned, petite and curvaceous, just how he liked his women.
Aiko, the flirty waitress came to her immediately, taking her order. He observed her, while she sat there, arms on the bench, letting her body lean over them, stretching and basking under the sun. From his vantage point he could see her back and part of her face. She had a nice facial bone structure.
She ordered dangos and tea and sat there, smiling to herself, eating her dangos in a very carefree attitude, yet her manners bespoke of good education. To him she looked like one of those women that powerful men liked to keep as trophy wifes, but her hairdo was not one of a married woman. Perhaps she was the daughter of some small local aristocrat, he further analyzed. Her yukata, green and blue was simple enough, but the innocuous hair ornament on her was valuable, he had good eyes for that stuff.
She was alluring, and he was quite taken. His eyes must have been staring at her quite intensively, because in a unexpected movement she turned and looked at him. Light blue eyes, he saw, yeah he definitely liked her.
Her mood dampened, her eyes lowered and her shoulders sank. She finished quickly her treat and left, without giving him another glance. He frowned, women usually ran to him, not the other way around. He was curious, it was always gratifying when he did a bit of chasing.
The village was preparing that day for the Tanataba festival, held every year during summer, in celebration of the meeting of Orihime, the Weaving Princess and Hikoboshi, the Cow Herder Star. He walked some distance, following her, in between bulky colorful fukinagashi , but never losing sight of the young woman. A particularly big golden kinchaku almost made him lose sight of her but moving quickly the hanging object to the side made him see that she had just stood in front of a shopping stand. More specifically, she stood in front of a sword, a long black beautifully decorated katana. He smiled, he knew all about katanas.
"Do you like swords?" he said a few steps away from the girl, loud enough to be heard in the busy street.
She turned her head surprised to the side, looking at him with knitted brows. She almost looked scared, he thought for a moment. "Ano...are you following me?" Her silvery voice sounded very soft spoken. "Would you believe me if I told you I was just passing by?" His face was serious, but his tone playful, which caused the girl to let out a small chuckle. She quickly composed herself though, and answered, "no."
"Indeed...," he looked back at the sword, "so...do you like swords...? Do not let yourself be deceived by its outward beauty, a katana is all about the cut." He had walked closer, and was just a step away from her.
"The cut?" She questioned, and Sasuke smiled inwardly. "Yes the cut, let me show you." He looked around the ground, as if looking for something. He pulled a flower weed with a particularly thick stem.
"Sir, I will be testing the katana," said Sasuke to the shopkeeper, asking permission. He threw the stem up in the air, and in a swift movement that could have only been seen by an experienced eye, uncovered the katana, cut the stem in half, placed the sword back in it sheath and grabbed both pieces while they were still in the air.
"Yes, the cut, look." And he showed her the cut side of both snippets. "A sharp cut will not show loose threads...see, touch it." She was hesitant at first, but she did touch it. "Ohh..." was her answer. She looked curiously surprised, but not as amazed as he had hoped.
"See, it is not very good, but you can really cut anything with enough strength." She looked up at him then, directly at his eyes, since he was considerably taller than her. Her blue eyes reminded him a lot of his good friend back home.
"So... can your katana make a sharp cut?" Sasuke had many answers to that, none of them decent, but he simply answered, "This is not a katana, is a chokutÅ, and it does make an incredible cut."
"Shisui," he said extending a hand, "my name is Shisui and yours?" She hesitated again, placed some hair behind her ear, but gave him hers in greeting.
"Hisana." She replied with a polite smile, bowing slightly her head. His hand grabbed hers longer than what was necessary, feeling the texture of her hand and he narrowed his eyes slightly. He had missed an important detail. Her hands were callused.
She looked flustered and he let go her hand, " Do you live around here?" he asked softly, he did not want to scare her away. He thought she might be a kunoichi and that had just made it even more exiting.
The best sex he ever had, had been with a kunoichi from Mist. She was undercover on some small town on the border of Mizu no Kuni. She had thought she had fooled him, but it had not mattered, he had just been some side fun on her mission, which had really nothing to do with him. And she had been just like that, all quiet, soft-spoken, submissive, yet that night he did things with her he never thought they were humanly possible. He had been sore the day after.
"No, I just came for the celebration...I hear they have spectacular fireworks..." she continued "do you live around here?" He could tell she was lying. It did not matter to him though, it made her more interesting.
"No, I just came for the celebration as well, I hear they cook amazing oysters around..." As if...but he decided to humor her. Yet it was strange, she wasn't catching on his meaning. Maybe she is truly shy, he thought.
They walked together for a while, he bought her some yakitori (which she insisted on paying but he did not allow her to) and he had some ikayaki. Later on he bought her a choco-banana, and yet she acted completely ignorant of his intentions. He was amazed. Sasuke conformed himself to contemplate, discreetly, the way her lips devoured the fruit.
After a while Sasuke desisted in his mind trying to bed her and decided to just enjoy her company. It had been a while since the last time he enjoyed a woman's company that way, and not just enjoy her. She did not talk much, and Sasuke found himself relating some stories from his childhood, something he never does.
"...and then my nii-san turned to me very seriously, and said, 'Shisui, you should never put a frog on a girl's hair ever again." She laughed softly, he liked her laugh, he realized, soft, like tinkling bells.
They were then walking towards the temple, to write wishes, and that was when he heard it. Despite the fact that he relayed heavily on his eye jutsu, Sasuke prided himself of having really good hearing.
He frowned, stopping her suddenly with a hand on her shoulder. He looked at her, and she was about to say something when she was silenced by him placing a finger on her lips. His thinking deviated briefly on admiring the softness of her lips, but his attention was really placed somewhere else. The sun was setting and some stars could be seen appearing on the blue/dark purple sky. He walked towards a darkened alley on the sidewalk and that was when he saw them, three men assaulting a young girl
The men were young, most probably around his age, but the girl, the little thing could not be more than 15 summers. Her blouse was half torn, her body thrown on the dirty alley, her skirt was hiked around her small hips and from what he could see there was some blood on her lips. She was crying and they were laughing, one in front of her unbuckling his pants. Sasuke's blood ran cold. He activated his sharingan, and let his monstrous chakra flair with ferocious killing intent. The men fell to their knees and hands instantly.
They got frightened right away and one even peed his pants. Sasuke walked slowly towards them, like a predator about to kill his prey, and stood right in front of the one that had his pants half unfastened. He lowered himself, grabbed the man by his shirt, and stood eye to eye. He did not scream or yell, but his voice was terrible, taut and low, "You-do-not treat women that way", he continued, "I would kill you right now, all of you," and he looked at the other two, "if it wasn't for the ladies present." The man being held urinated himself as well.
After those words, Sasuke threw the man some meters away from him, as if he weighted nothing. The two other guys ran off quickly, not even bothering to pick up their buddy, who laid injured on the asphalt. Sasuke saw Hisana run towards the girl laying on the floor, and had green chakra on her hands, healing the bruises in her face an arms. So she was a kunoichi...Sasuke stared at her while she did so, letting his shoulders sink low, as a reminder of his own past came to mind.
The girl, who had been 16 years of age, separated herself from her group of friends and got lost in the sea of people. She wept brokenly, thanking them of having saved her. They walked her over to her house, that was a couple of miles away from the festival, yet he found himself not minding. Hisana half carried the girl, hugging her while they walked.
"Do you still want to go to the temple", said Sasuke in a low voice, very serious, after the girl had been safely dropped at her house. Hisana gave him a small smile that he fancied a tad sad."Sure", was her answer.
It was obvious to both, that they were ninjas, yet none dared to talk about it. No matter how peaceful the world have turned lately, some things never changed, and people did not just go around revealing names, specially shinobis. It was safer that way and Sasuke suspected that Hisana might not even be the woman's real name. It was fine by him, it wasn't like he was not doing the same.
They walked silently, next to each other, until they reached the temple. They walked up the high staircase and wrote their wishes in the tanzaku.
The sky exploded unexpectedly in colorful fireworks, startling the couple. One after the other, the loud noise and lightning colors could be heard and seen everywhere, inundating the sky with their marvelous display.
Sasuke glanced at the woman, she was transfixed on the beauty of the fireworks, but he was transfixed on her. In the almost darkness, illuminated only by the sky lights, he could even imagine that her eyes were white, instead of blue. White with a tint of lavender. She turned her head towards him, feeling his gaze fixed on her. She looked at him as well, her mouth slightly open with emotion, and Sasuke closed the distance between them, placing his lips over hers.
He was gentle, sensing her hesitance and doubt. He placed his hands on her face, holding her softly, thumbs caressing her cheeks and angled her face sideways, deepening the kiss. It was so soft and sweet that Sasuke thought for a moment he had never been kissed that way. It almost felt as if she had never been kissed before, but what did he know. In reality Sasuke almost never kissed, he fucked. That was the way it was for him. He never did it with nice girls, those that get taken home to see the parents, they were mostly single women whose life had dealt them harsh blows and just liked to have some fun time with no strings attached. Sasuke really had nothing more to offer them than good sex.
He introduced his tongue in her mouth, and that was when she stopped him, by placing her hands on his chest. He felt it and let go her lips, not really wanting to. She did not look at him, her gaze was lowered, sideways.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." she almost whispered, lips quivering and left. He did not follow her.
He let out a mirthless laugh, like everything good and worthy in his life, it left him.
He went back to the tea house, he needed some jasmine or chamomile tea, or he would not be able to sleep otherwise.
Aiko received him with a flirtatious smile, as usual. She was kind of pretty, small breasts, but nice wide hips and have been very obvious in her intentions since he first put step in the shop, two months ago.
"Hey handsome, why so lonely tonight?" He looked at her pointedly and she shivered. Her voice dropped a few octaves and whispered, "want to fuck?"Well, she had never been that direct. But why not...Sasuke sighted, "Sure".
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A rickety bed and loud moans could be heard throughout the chamber. "Shi-Shisui !...YES YES YES, OH fuck YES!" Despite the time he had been traveling, and the many times he's done it, it always felt strange being called that during sex.
The woman was on her knees, while he slapped her backside relentlessly with his pelvis. It was his favorite position. He moved her to the side slightly, reaching with his hand her clit, rubbing it to the rhythm of his thrusts. And she came, really hard around his member. He did not stop. He let his arms fall to the bed, around her body, while he continued his rough penetration.
At last his orgasm reached him, "...Hi-na-ta...", he shuddered in pleasure.
Sasuke, let his breathing calm down, slipped out of the woman and sat on the bed's edge, holding the mattress with his hands. His eyes were closed, he was slightly embarrassed. He had not called out her name in pleasure in a while, and did so involuntarily every time it happened. It always made for awkward after sex conversation. "Are you ok?," he said finally, "did I hurt you?" he could not help ask that every time he got a little rough.
He looked back at her, her gaze was on him, assessing him, unfazed by her nakedness. "Is she someone you love? Did she reject you...?" Sasuke wiped his eyes, then the sweat off his forehead and ran his fingers though his shoulder length hair getting it out of his face. He turned his head again at her with a pointed look. "I raped her." His eyes were unfeeling, gauging the woman's reaction, he had never told that to anyone before. She widened her eyes momentarily, and looked to the side. "Ah...I see...actually no, I don't see, why would a man like you rape a woman...?" there was a frown in her face, "...it makes no sense".
"I was young, stupid and easily manipulated." Sasuke let his shoulders sag, a small relief came to him. There was a sense of comfort in confessing it, something he had bottled up for the last 7 years. Also, Aiko was not judging him.
He saw her stand up to walk around the bed, towards him. "Do you regret it...?" Her voice was very low, but his voice was lower even, "every day of my life".
"You know, I was raped too..., during the fourth shinobi war, there was chaos everywhere..." Sasuke cringed. She finally stood in front of him and keeled down.
"Did you...did you forgive the one who did that to you?" Aiko removed his soiled condom from his member, made a knot and threw it away. She understood his question. "She will never forgive you", and proceeded to suck him off. Sasuke did not enjoy the rest of the night.
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At midnight, a bamboo full of tanzakus burned, as per tradition. One of the burning notes had read 'I want to be forgiven'.
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Hinata removed her blue contacts and placed them on top of the small chest and brushed her hair. A habit she had taken every time she traveled outside of Konoha, specially if she was alone. She did not wish to attract attention of any kind, something that her white byakugan always did.
She looked at herself in the mirror, yet her eyes looked nowhere in particular, mindless of her hand motions. She touched her lips with her other hand. She just had had her very first kiss."Why...why do I keep letting my past dictate my future?", she said to herself, while a silent, unwitting tear ran down her cheek.
Cha-ching! Questions? Comments? English is not my first language, feel free to make any corrections, I'm sure I have plenty.
The festival I described actually does happen every year in Japan, wished are written traditionally, and hanged on wishing trees or bamboos and burned at some point, usually midnight. The food mentioned are common items sold on Japanese festivals, including the choco-banana, lol.
Dear Voyna: I'm sure u saw that coming from the very begging, :) lol
