Hinata sat beside Itachi on the couch, trying to shift away from him. Or at least scoot to the other side of the couch. She could do no such thing, so she just sat there.
"Mr. Hyuga, I am Itachi Uchiha, your daughter's Arithmetic teacher. She is a very good student, and I am in love with her." How could he say that without looking nervous? Mr. Hyuga nodded for him to continue, a suspicious look on his face. Hinata got her hopes up for a minute as Itachi explained himself. "I feel that I would be able to take care of your daughter better than a high school boy can. I have a stable job and a house that I live in with my brother. There is plenty of room for her to stay." Her father nodded, and any hope she might have had before vanished. Hinata was being set for life.
After a few minutes of interviewing, the dreaded words that Hinata and her mother didn't want to hear arrived.
"I approve."
--
After Itachi left, and Mr. Hyuga left for late-night work, Hinata sobbed and wailed into her mother's arms in her room.
"How could he do that, mother!? I hate him!" she cried.
"Come, now, Hinata. Your father didn't mean-"
"I mean Itachi-sensei!" Hinata sobbed. Awkwardly, Mrs. Hyuga patted her shoulder.
"I can't marry Itachi-sensei! I don't love him! And he's way older than me!"
Mrs. Hyuga cradled Hinata in her arms, hushing her as she cried. "It'll all turn out fine. I'll try and convince your father to call it off. Okay?" Hinata nodded. "Good. Now go to bed, get some rest."
When she left, instead of sleeping, Hinata snuck out of the house.
She needed Hidan now more than ever.
-:-
Hidan lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. His room was pitch black, except for the moonlight shining through the window. The frames on the window made an X on his face, and he turned away before he could make anything of it.
You're a grown man, he thought to himself. She shouldn't have any power over you or your conscience. But deep down inside, he knew that friendship just didn't work that way.
Suddenly, he heard a desperate knocking on the door to his house. Surprised, he sat up in bed, waiting a bit before standing up and wandering into the hallway. The knocking stopped, and so did he. "Hidan-sensei, are you there? Please!" Hinata cried through the door. How did she find out where I lived? he gave it some thought, and then he remembered that some days ago, he had given her his address. Just in case. For what, he didn't know. Probably for whatever it was that drove her to be outside his house at 11pm.
Hurriedly he opened the door, and Hinata rushed in, hugging him tightly. "I'm sorry, Hidan-sensei, so sorry. I shouldn't have - I didn't need to - I mean -" Hidan stopped her, awkwardly holding her closer to him. "It's okay. I'm just glad you're my friend again." he sighed with play relief. She laughed, but it choked on a sob that she had been holding back. He frowned. "What's up?" he asked, leading her to the couch and getting a glass of water.
"I'm getting married to Itachi-sensei." she said softly. Hidan sprayed water out of his mouth, shocked. "What are you talking about? How'd he pull that off!?" he asked, sitting beside Hinata on the couch. "He went to my house and arranged it himself! He actually said that he would take better care of me than anyone else. What the heck!" Hinata was more angry now, and her fists clenched. "I can name four other people who can take care of me just fine!" she huffed. "And who are those four?" Hidan inquired, leaning a bit to look at her. She turned pink and fumbled with her thumbs a bit. "Well, you, for one thing." she said shyly. He smiled. "Go on." Hinata smiled awkwardly back at him. "Deidara-sensei, Sasori-sensei, and of course my mother..." she looked as if she could name more, but didn't say anything. Hidan studied her for a minute. "You forgot someone." he tapped her nose lightly. "Yourself. There's no one out there who can know you better than yourself. You know what you want, and you can get it too, if you want." he winked at her and stood up.
"Oh, Hidan-sensei. What am I supposed to do? I'm marrying my MATH TEACHER!" she groaned and buried her head in her hands. Hidan scratched the back of his head. "I'm not..." he wasn't about to tell her that he didn't know what to do. "Is there any way to change Itachi-sensei's mind? Make him fall out of love with you?" he suggested, though the idea seemed a bit elementary to him. Hinata shrugged. "Maybe..." She thought about it. "...Maybe...!!" she had an idea, and she looked so proud about it, she hugged Hidan tightly. "That's it! Maybe I could... Yes, that's an excellent idea! Hidan-sensei, you're a genius!" she squealed, jumping up and down.
--
Itachi met Hinata at her house - just like she told him over the phone. She told him that they were going out to an expensive Italian restaurant and to dress nicely. When she stepped out of the house, she was wearing raggedy jeans and a shirt that she wore once while painting. He was wearing a suit. She smiled at him, linking her arm with his. "Let's go!" Hinata pulled him out of the front yard while he followed awkwardly behind. When she looked back at him, she was disappointed to see that he was smiling back at her.
At the restaurant, Hinata ordered the messiest thing she could find; spaghetti. She slurped, chewed with her mouth open, talked with her mouth full, made sure to use the wrong fork, never use her napkin, and get something, somewhere on her clothes or body in general. But he still smiled at her, chuckling a bit at her antics. "You're so cute, Hinata." Hinata's mouth hung open, letting a meatball fall out of her mouth.
After the restaurant, Itachi decided to take her to watch a movie, at which Hinata did the best she could. She also ate the popcorn without closing her mouth, talked a little too much over a whisper and laughed too obnoxiously. She aimed to embarrass him, but she was the only one being embarrassed, which, naturally, embarrassed her.
The walk home, she gave up. She silently walked beside him until suddenly he wrapped his arm around her waist. On reflex, she tried pushing him away, but he held her tightly. "I know what you're trying to do, love. It's not going to work." he whispered hotly in her ear. She blushed, furious. "I find this very cute, actually, as I told you before at the restaurant." he licked the spaghetti sauce off of her cheek, chuckling in his deep, suave voice. "You need practice in being a slob." he teased. Hinata shoved herself away from him and walked as far as she could away from him.
She fought the tears burning behind her eyes.
-:-
A week had passed, and Hinata was back in Hidan's house, even more depressed than ever.
"What the heck did you do?" Hidan asked as they sat at the kitchen table. They were drinking soda.
"I tried being totally rude to him on our dates. He said I was cute." she mumbled.
Hidan laughed. "How'd you pull 'rude' off?" he asked, not really wanting an answer. She didn't give one.
"It's not funny, Hidan-sensei! My entire future is on the line, and you're laughing!" She whined. She so felt like crying again, but she had enough of that. She wanted to be the strong girl who could take care of herself, like Hidan had said she was. "I'm sorry," Hidan apologized, reaching out and holding her hands. "I'm going to think of something. I promise."
The word promise jumped around in his head for a bit. Then something hit him like a ton of bricks.
"Marry me, Hinata." he blurted out. Hinata's head snapped up, her cheeks burning. "Wh-What?" she shied her hands away from him, sending the wrong message through her body language. "If you married me, you couldn't marry Itachi, right?" he, too, was beginning to realize the situation he was bringing up and began blushing as well. "And... Its what friends do, right? Marry their cute friend-girl to get them out of a pickle?" He held his breath, bracing himself for her reaction. Her blush died down a bit, and she turned away."That seems too risky, don't you think, Hidan-sensei?" She whispered. "B-But I want to!" Hidan said, raising his voice. She jumped and looked at him. "H-Help you out, that is." he muttered. His eyes told her a slightly different story.
"Oh, Hidan-sensei, no..." Hinata gave him a sad look. "I-I know. It was stupid of me. I'm sorry." Hidan stood up abruptly. "I mean, it was just an idea. To get you out of marrying someone else - Itachi." He turned toward the sink, staring out the window above it. He leaned on his arms that were propped on the rim of the sink. He tapped his foot nervously. "I-I'll think of something else, really. Don't worry about it." he spoke quickly, trying desperately to distract his depression. Why was he getting depressed anyway? It's not like he...
"I'm sorry, Hidan-sensei. I really am. Its just that... Well, Deidara-sensei and I..." She couldn't find the right thing to say. He spun around to face her. "No, Hinata! I'm sorry. I guess I hugged you too many times, or I looked at you the wrong way. Or the right way." He stopped himself. "I didn't know I could feel this again - I formally apologize. Deidara wanted us to be friends. Only." he walked across the room. Hinata stood up and followed him as he walked into the living room.
"Fuck." He cursed, wiping his face in an attempt to make his blush disappear. Hinata put a hand on his shoulder. "I don't know what came over me. This'll just make things more complicated - I'm sorry." he mumbled. "Hidan-sensei -" he interrupted her with more apologies. "Hidan-sensei -!" She made Hidan stand up. "Just say it! Get it out of the way, please!" She almost yelled. Hidan gave her an apologetic look.
"I love you, Hinata. I'm sorry." he cursed a bit under his breath, but still held her gaze. She pulled him into a hug. He hugged her back. "I haven't heard you apologize so much before." She said, trying to lighten the mood. He laughed a little, but not enough to sound happy. They pulled away from each other. "Deidara's going to get mad at me." He smiled a bit.
Then, suddenly, he went down on one knee. "I don't have a ring," he said, taking her hand anyway. "But I need to ask you an important question." he cleared his throat a bit. "Will you... let me marry you so that I can protect you from Itachi?" he kissed her fingers theatrically, making her blush and giggle a bit. "Yes, Hidan-sensei. For those purposes, I will."
--
Once Deidara and Sasori got settled in their apartment, Deidara jumped on the bed and covered his face with his arms. "Do you think I'll ever see her again?" he muttered. Sasori shrugged, even though he couldn't see him. "It'll take a while, but you'll see her again." he assured. Deidara grunted, unconvinced.
After a few minutes, Sasori sighed. He missed Hinata too, don't get him wrong, but he didn't want to be so depressed about it. "Why don't you call Hidan? I'm sure he knows how she's doing." Deidara sat straight up, only to have a cell phone thrown at his gut. Quickly, he dialed the number and excitedly waited for an answer.
--
Hidan jumped up, leaning down slowly to give her a kiss. But before he could, his cell phone rang. Hinata would have accepted the kiss, but she laughed when his phone started playing a Britney Spears ring tone.
Hit me baby one more time-
Hidan answered it quickly, blushing. Of all the times he forgot to put it on vibrate...
"Hello?" he said irritably.
"Hidan? Hey! How's Hinata doing?" Deidara's hopeful voice sang.
"She's fine. In fact, do you want to talk to her?"
Deidara was silent for a few minutes.
"N-No, I couldn't. I'm sure she's mad at me - or even hates me!" Hidan chuckled a bit and glanced at Hinata, who looked a bit confused. "She's far from hating you, sweet cheeks." There was a moment of muted anger. "R-Really now?" was all he said. Hidan snickered. "Do you want to talk to her?" he asked again. Deidara paused. "If she wants to talk to me."
Hidan turned to Hinata. "Do you want to talk to Deidara?" At the sound of his name, Hinata's heart jumped. "O-Of course I do! Yes!" She took the phone from him and held it to her ear, unable to even say the Hello. After a few seconds, Deidara said, "Hinata?" She felt her heart melt with a candy coating of happiness.
"Deidara-sensei!" She sighed. "Deidara-sensei, Oh, I've missed you so much!" She said excitedly. Deidara smiled, even though she couldn't see. "I missed you too. I'm sorry I left, and for leaving the way I did. It's okay if you hate me." he said in a serious tone. Hinata gasped at the thought. "Hate you? Deidara-sensei -" he cut her off. "I'm not your sensei anymore, remember?" He chuckled a bit. "D-Deidara-sen... How could I hate you? Ever? I love you, remember?" she said 'remember' to spite him a bit. "I love you too, Hinata. I always will." Hinata smiled. Then she began to cry. "Are you crying? Hinata! Why are you crying!? Did I say something!? I'm sorry!" He gasped in panic. She shook her head, mixing a laugh with a sob.
"I'm just so happy right now. I mean, so much has happened, and right now you're making it all better." she said in a shaky voice. Deidara was silent for a little. "Gaw, Hinata, you're going to make me cry now." She heard him sob as well, and she started laugh/sobbing again. They were both laugh/sobbing.
--
"Oh, what are you blubbering about?" Sasori asked, slightly annoyed. Deidara chewed on a handkerchief to calm himself. "She's crying because of me! And she's happy! I love her so much!" he mumbled happily. "And best of all," (Sasori questioned him about his choice of words) "She's not mad at me! I'm so glad!" He laughed, and when he listened, Sasori could hear Hinata's voice too.
"Well, whatever makes you two happy, I guess." Sasori rolled his eyes.
-:-
Hinata, fully refreshed after talking to Deidara over the phone, happily walked down the halls of the school the next week. She wasn't even trying to ruin her dates with Itachi because she knew that in a few more weeks she'd be eloping with Hidan-sensei. Everything was looking up.
But the one thing that brought her down was a question that Itachi asked at one of their dinners.
"Why are you acting so happy, Hinata-dear?"
Her smile and happy demeanor vanished completely. Itachi didn't seem to notice. "Because..." If she could do anything under Itachi's gaze, lying wasn't it. His piercing gaze stabbed through her soul, taking her conscience into his head for severe questioning. "Because..." She decided to try anyway. "I've finally accepted the fact that we're getting married! I've also seen how... how attractive you are." He smiled, but it was the kind of smile that said that he knew she was lying. But he played along anyway. "That's great, my love. Why don't we celebrate this epiphany at my house, hm?" he stood up from their table and took her hand forcefully. She became scared. Again.
His house wasn't that far a walk, and all the while he kept is eyes on her. She was thankful that his younger brother, Sasuke, was there in the house.
"Who's the chick?" he asked when they walked in. Sasuke was sitting in the living room, eating pizza. Hinata recognized him, and waved a bit. He smiled a little.
"This, Sasuke, is my fiance, Hinata Hyuga. You two met in High school, I believe." Itachi introduced. Sasuke peered intently at Hinata, and when he finally recognized her, he smiled a little wider. "Oh, I remember you. That girl who got lost that one time. Hehe, what a coincidence." he stood up and shook her hand. "I hope you're not still getting lost." He chuckled, making Hinata feel calmer than she should in her not-supposed-to-be-fiance's house.
Itachi tugged her arm, his grip also shaking out of her the calm she felt a few minutes ago. "We will be going up to my room now, Sasuke. Thank you for greeting us." he said in an unusual hurry. Sasuke shrugged. "Alright. Have fun, I guess." Hinata felt helpless with Itachi. She stared at Sasuke until they disappeared upstairs, where Itachi pinned her against a wall out of sight.
(Semi-Lemon? Not entirely, but if you're uncomfortable with reading this stuff, I'll summarize it for you here: ITACHI'S BEING A SERIAL RAPIST.)
"So you've realized how attractive I am, have you?" he teased, immediately unbuttoning her shirt. She clenched her fists and nodded hesitantly. He laughed a little, which sent chills down her spine. Her shirt was open, and his arm went around her bare waist. She closed her eyes tightly and let him lead her to the bedroom. She was thrown onto the bed, and as he took off his upper garments, began talking to her in the sweetest of ways. "So you're attracted to me now? Just for that, I'll make this extra hot." he whispered the word in her ear, making her blush. He cupped her breast, and she squeaked in surprise. Her eyes shut tightly again, and she did her best to keep his lips off of hers. If the rest of her body was Itachi's, then her lips were forever Deidara's.
He continued to grope her here and there, took off this and that, and before long she had enough. She screamed, and Itachi got off of her. But he wasn't angry. In fact, he smirked. "Lying is a very unwholesome habit, my dear." He said smoothly, leaning down and sucking lightly on her chest. She tried pushing him off, but he pressed her fully to him and immobilizing her arms. "Please, Itachi-sensei, don't!" she begged when he lined her underwear with his finger. He tugged at the elastic, slowly and teasingly sliding it down her hip. She squirmed under him, her resistance turning him on. He purred against her skin, taking her underwear completely off, leaving Hinata fully naked under him. Tears began to fall down her face, but they stopped when she began moaning. He slid a finger inside of her, and it was then that she felt utterly powerless against him.
It was too late.
-:-
...Yeeah, sorry about that.
Won't happen again? (lie)
(Mature rating, or what? Haha.)