MajsanWorld: That's the gist of it. X)
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Sasuke saw Hinata's bag on the floor. Being a gentleman, he set it on the table and almost went back to watching TV. Almost.
He heard the phone ring, and he took it upon himself to answer it.
"Hello?" he said awkwardly.
"Who the hell are you?" Hidan asked, surprised.
"Um... If you're looking for Hinata, she's a bit busy right now." Sasuke heard a scream upstairs and turned a bright pink. But she's only 18 years old. He thought, considering the things his older brother might be doing to her right now. "Busy? With what? Where is she?" Hidan demanded, worried. He sounded like he was running. "Uh... Who are you, anyway?" Sasuke asked as a security precaution.
"I'm Hidan, Hinata's friend. Can I speak to her please?" Sasuke looked up the flight of stairs. He heard soft moaning, the kind you'd hear from a woman during certain sexual acts. "I'm afraid not, Mr. Hidan. Perhaps I can take a message?"
Hidan scoffed. "Look, Sasuke, tell me where the hell Hinata is!" Sasuke was surprised that he knew his name. "How did you-" Hidan cut him off with his answer. "I'm the school's councilor. l know everybody." he said it in a stern voice. Sasuke gulped. "We're at our house - Itachi and I." he said. He heard Hidan curse under his breath.
"I'll be right there."
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This led Sasuke to believe that his brother wasn't the nice, noble man that the school, his family, and society thought him to be. Which led to many conclusions and explanations that had to do with the girl upstairs - Hinata. And some of the other girls he brought home every other month. Which led to many other things Sasuke could do to confirm that his brother actually wasthe person he was making himself out to be, and how he could help save Hinata and any future girls that may enter this house.
Which led him to answering the door, where this Hidan person was standing, panting heavily as if he had run all the way here from where ever he was before.
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Hinata was scared.
Terrified, even.
Horrified.
The things Itachi was doing, she knew was wrong. That in itself was scary.
But what scared her the most was her fading desire to resist.
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Hidan ran into the house, ignoring Sasuke, who for a moment started to keep him from entering. Then he slowly followed him, a bit shaken up by what he was expecting to see.
"Hinata!" Hidan shouted.
It was then that Itachi stopped what he was about to do, then looked behind him at the door. This brought Hinata back into focus, and resurfaced the previous fear of being raped by her math-teacher-fiance. She struggled to get the blanket over her disturbingly naked body before someone barged in. She was still shaken up at how close she was to just giving in to him. Tears fell from her eyes, and before Itachi turned back to force her back into whatever he was doing, Hidan burst through the door, Sasuke close behind.
"Don't touch her!" He yelled, shoving Itachi away from the now crying Hinata. Sickeningly calm, Itachi pulled his pants back on and stood up. Sasuke backed up against the wall, appalled at what his brother was doing - and what he probably was doing to many other women in the area before. "Brother, you..." he started, but swallowed his words when Itachi glared at him.
Hinata clung to Hidan for dear life, letting the blanket fall to her hips as he held her tightly.
"Hidan-sensei." Itachi said, the lightest hint of anger in his usually calm voice. "May I ask what you are doing, invading my home and taking away my dearly beloved wife-to-be?" Hidan only glared at him, taking Hinata's shirt and sliding it over her. "I'm saving someone's life, probably. And uprooting some unknown secrets to an ignorant college graduate."; He nodded toward Sasuke, who gulped down a lump in his throat. "Hmph." Itachi grunted, crossing his arms.
Sasuke stared, horrified at his older brother. Then, bubbling up inside him, anger. "Itachi, this is wrong." he said in a shakily defensive voice. Itachi's head snapped in his direction. "Wrong? What's wrong, attempting to make love to your soon-to-be wife? What's wrong in wanting someone to know just how much you love them through the only act you know possible?" Sasuke silenced himself.
"Against her will?" Hidan cut in through grit teeth. Itachi smirked at this, and Hinata looked down, away from anyone's gaze. "Against her will? Why, Hinata darling, I was under the impression that you accepted that we were getting married? And that you thought I was attractive?" he said, his smirk growing a bit. Hinata swallowed any sort of sob and yelled. "You know I was lying! And you still went and... and...!" She cut herself short, not being able to mention what he did to her only minutes ago.
Hidan shook his head, gathering her up in his arms. "Whatever she said, and whatever you did, we're leaving. Don't touch her. Ever." he carried her out of the house, absolutely frustrated that he didn't bring the car instead of running here. Even so, she still clung to him. Weighing his options (which was considerably difficult, what with the girl in his arms), he decided to walk. What else could he do?
"Hinata... What did he do to you?" he asked after a while. She held him a little tighter. "He... He touched me." she whispered. "How much?" he gripped her tightly, angry. "Too much." was all she was able to say. He pressed his lips against her head. "Well, you're okay now. I'm here." he assured, making her relax.
They heard a car slow down beside them. The driver's window rolled down, and Sasuke's head poked out. "Hey. Could I possibly... offer you two a ride home?" he looked apologetic, even though he didn't do anything. Hidan nodded.
"I'm sorry about my brother." Sasuke said when they got settled in the car. "I should have realized what he was doing." he gripped the wheel, guilt ridden. Hinata shook her head. "It's not your fault, Sasuke." That was the only thing she said before falling asleep.
Since her parents thought she was at Itachi's, Hidan told Sasuke to drop them off at his house.
Hidan put Hinata on his bed, then searched his closet for a change of clothes for the morning. After setting the clothes at the foot of the bed, he left the room, turning off the lights and closing the door. He was going to sleep on the couch tonight.
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Hinata woke up the next morning with a headache and a stiff neck. She looked around, glad that she was no longer in the clutches of Itachi. Unfortunately - and unlike other hangovers of this kind - she remembered every second of last night. Every word, every action, every feeling. She shivered, looking around the room again to distract herself. She found a sticky note on her blanket.
Hinata -
Went to work. Follow sticky note directions.
Love, Hidan
(heart)
Hinata tilted her head in confusion. If Hidan was at work, then he was at school. And if he were at school, that meant that it was a Monday. And if it was a Monday, then that meant he was talking to that Pot Kid after school. Which was a fact that was very trivial to this paragraph, but that Pot Kid had become such a natural occurrence in her mind that it became second-nature.
Bringing her mind back to the sticky note, she looked over her bed, where a trail of sticky notes led to a pile of clothes. Wear these - I hope they fit! (another heart) She cracked a smile at the second heart. There was an unnecessary trail of sticky notes leading to the bathroom she already knew the location of. "At least he had fun." She said aloud; a habit she wanted to have whenever she was alone in a house. In the bathroom she took a shower and changed into the clothes provided. A trail of sticky notes led to the kitchen, where on the table was a note that read, Breakfast in the microwave. (another heart) The hearts, she thought, were cute.
Hinata decided to clean up the sticky notes, since messes were one of her pet peeves. She looked at the clock briefly - 12:10. Almost lunch. Had she slept that long? Or were they home that late?
She froze.
She heard the door open and close.
Had Hidan left it unlocked?
Knowing him, it was a possibility.
But who was it?
Scared and cautious, she left the sticky notes where they were and made her way back into the bedroom. Immediately, she heard footsteps down the hallway, and she locked the door before the person jiggled the knob.
"Locked? What the fu-" The thankfully familiar voice silenced himself when he remembered about the girl inside the room. He muttered to himself as he walked off to look for that one key to his room - which he never locked. Hinata giggled silently to herself, unlocking the door and poking her head out. Hidan was walking back to the room with a ring ridiculously filled with keys. He sifted through them aimlessly, cursing himself for not labelling them before.
"Stupid fucking piece of - Hinata!" He dropped the keys in surprise, making a loud Chink! sound. Hinata opened the door a little wider, showing him how loosely the big dress shirt and matching loose pants fit. He laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. "Uh... I'm on lunch break so... I came to check on you. Are you feeling better?" He asked. Hinata nodded, smiling at him. "What's with all the sticky notes?" She asked teasingly, sticking one on his chest. He turned a light pink, quickly removing it. "I didn't sleep much last night, so I had a lot of time with nothing to do. So..." He kicked up a few sticky notes off the floor. "I guess I didn't think about the mess I'd have to clean up afterward." he laughed lightly.
Hinata walked around him, and he frowned when he noticed how loose his clothing was on her. She was holding the pants up so they wouldn't fall. "Do you want a belt, Hinata?" he asked, stepping into his room and grabbing one from behind the door. Hinata shrugged. "I guess it's more effective than holding it up all day." He wrapped the belt through the straps, trying to buckle it up properly. But the belt proved to be too long. He grimaced. All his belts were the same size. Gloom took over him, and he limply held the belt that hung from her waist. "Am I too fat!?" he yelled to himself. Hinata giggled, taking his hands in hers. "You're just tall, Hidan-sensei." she assured, tying the belt into a knot. Since it was leather, it was quite uncomfortable walking around with it on - not to mention awkward. Thinking of this, she decided to undo the knot and just... well, she didn't know what to do with the belt. She took it off. Hidan laughed, taking the belt and hanging it back up on the door.
He stared at her for a long time after that, trying not to notice how see-through his shirt was, and how he wantedto see through his shirt at see what it was covering. He shook his head, and Hinata looked at him, concerned. "I-I think I have smaller pants in my d-dresser. I-I'll go get th-those." He walked stiffly towards the dresser, refusing to look at her. Hinata looked at herself in the mirror, wondering if there was something on her clothes or face that made him act so weird. Shrugging, she moved to sit on the bed, leisurely swinging her legs over the side.
The only pants Hidan could find were the pants he wore for animal (and sometimes human) sacrifices when he started college. They were leather, tight, the zipper and the button were hard to manage, but on Hinata, he bet they'd work just fine. He handed them to her, and she held back laughter. "Are these yours?" She asked, giggling. He blushed, hiding his hurt ego. "These were cool back in college!" He huffed, lying. The pants were neither cool nor stylish, and whenever he walked around the dorms with nothing but them on he'd clear the entire fifth floor of his roommates. They accused him of being gay, and those who knew him and his religion were scared of being his next sacrifice.
Hinata eventually agreed to wearing them, since they seemed a bit more fit than the other ones she was wearing. However, looks can be decieving, and the pants turned out to be such a tight fit that she couldn't get the button closed. The top of her underwear was showing, and she refused to step out of his bedroom.
"Come on, Hinata, it can't be that bad! They were loose on me when I was a kid!" (Lie) Hidan called from the hallway. "No!" She yelled back, locking the door. Hidan sighed, using his newly found key to open it again. He opened it a bit easier than he thought, but when he did she ran to the bed and hid herself under the covers. "Er... Hinata?" He walked up to the bed and poked the lump under his blanket. "Don't look!" She squeaked. "The pants are too small!" She shifted so that she was laying down properly, her head poking out from under the covers. "Well, at least let me assess the situation." He sat at the foot of the bed. Hesitantly, she pushed the covers away and stood up, trying to hide her underwear with his shirt. "Aw, it doesn't look that bad..." She quickly showed him how she couldn't fasten the button, and he felt his pants grow tighter.
"Oh. I... see." he paused. She walked over to the closet, where all his other pants were. She sifted through it, and Hidan cursed at his lower half to 'cut it out'. Finally she put on a different pair of pants and turned around. When she saw the unknown bulge in Hidan's pants, she turned back around, beet red. "H-Hidan-sensei!" Hidan cursed, this time covering himself with the blanket. "Sorry! Oh god, Sorry!"
After a few seconds, he burst from the bed and hopped to the door. "Lunch break's over! I'll see you later!" Hinata jumped in surprise, then ran after him. She caught his arm in the kitchen. He was still blushing from embarrassment. When she thought about it, she was too. "Hidan-sensei..." she let him go, but he didn't run. "What was that?" she asked after a pause. Hidan looked everywhere but her. "They covered sex-ed in middle school, Hinata." he muttered. She looked downward, regretting pursuing him when he left the bedroom. "...Okay." She began walking away and back to the bedroom. Hidan almost reached out to grab her, but didn't.
"I'll see you after school."
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IT'S CALLED AN ERECTION.
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