Summary: A series of violent rapes and murders targeting long, dark haired, young women have caught the attention of the Hokage. Her plan? Use a qualified, long, dark haired kunoichi as bait. The only one that fits the criteria? Hinata. NaruHina.

Warning: Rated M. Contains violence, rape, cursing, sex and murder.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or anything associated with it. That belongs to Masashi Kishimoto. (However I believe I have a claim to the idea I wrote about).

White Kunai

Chapter 4- Preparations

Ino's eyes widened as she watched the Hyuga approach her. "You look happy," Ino said suspiciously. "And tired."

"I couldn't sleep last night," Hinata partially explained.

"Oh. My. God," Ino shrieked. "You and Naruto! Naruto and you! Finally!"

"What?" Hinata blushed. "We didn't…we only…"

Ino leaned closer to the other woman, arms on her hips. "You only…?"

"We only kissed I guess," Hinata said, pressing her fingers together.

"You guess?" Hinata was silent. "So are you guys official?"

"I-I don't know," Hinata answered truthfully. Her previous happiness about last night dissipated. I mean Naruto-kun kissed me… she thought. But he was also very upset. Maybe that's why he kissed me? I mean he didn't say anything about us being…us…dating. Of me being his… girlfriend…

Ino frowned, looking genuinely upset for her teammate. "That jackass!"

Hinata shook her head. "No, no, it's okay. We were all just overwhelmed from the briefing. It's fine really."

"When he gets here…" the other kunoinchi mumbled darkly.

"No, Ino-san, really it's fine!"

Ino looked at her sadly. "If you say so Hinata. But if he hurts you-"

"Naruto-kun would never hurt me!"

Ino sighed. "Yea, probably. But he's still an ass for not making it clear."

"But-but I guess I could have said something too."

Ino waved her away. "Oh please, Hinata, you're one of the shyest kunoichi out here. He should have known."

Hinata frowned, taking into consideration what was said. Their conversation came to an abrupt halt when they saw an orange blur approaching the front gates of the village. Naruto landed in front of them and stretched.

"Sorry I'm late," he said. "I went to say good bye to Sasuke and Sakura and Sai," he smiled at the two women in front of him. "You guys told your teammates about the mission?"

"It's supposed to be classified, Naruto." Ino stated, her tone unpleasant, still upset from what she was talking about with Hinata.

"Oh yea."

"But, yea, I did mention to Choji and Shikamaru that I'd be gone for a few days," she continued.

"What about you, Hinata?" Naruto asked. A barely noticeable blush appeared on his cheeks as memories of last night flashed through his mind. He wanted so badly to just pull her into a hug and thank her for bearing with him but he controlled himself. He couldn't have her passing out right before their mission.

"Kiba-kun and Shino-kun were really upset when they realized what the mission entailed," Hinata explained, avoiding his gaze.

"And for good reason," Naruto spit out.

"But they wish us luck," Hinata finished.

"Well anyway," Ino said, shuffling through her small pack. "Let me try and link our minds now before we actually head out. Hold out your hands." She stuck a small, rectangular, tag with illegible writing on Naruto's hand and went to place one on Hinata's too.

"What's this?" Naruto asked, blinking in confusion.

"Wait," Ino commanded. She took a few steps back, did different hand gestures and made her trademark O with her fingers, targeting Naruto first. Naruto felt a sharp pinch in the palm with the tag and he hissed in pain. Before he could question what that was about Ino repeated the gesture on Hinata. "My father had an easier way of communicating through peoples minds…but I'm not at that particular level and I learned this is better to maintain contact for a relatively long period of time," Ino explained. "It'll drain some chakra but you'll hardly feel it, especially you, Naruto."

"The tags?" Naruto asked, pointing at his palm.

"If you softly squeeze your hand and concentrate your thoughts on us we should be able to hear them," Ino said patiently. "The tags are what will slowly drain your chakra, only a little, but take them off when they aren't necessary like when you sleep. Not sure about any side effects…" she mumbled the last part.. "Anyway, try it."

"Cool!" Naruto exclaimed. CAN YOU HEAR THIS?

The girls cringed. "Naruto, don't yell!" Ino screamed ironically. Naruto just grinned.

Is this right, Ino-san? Hinata projected.

Perfect, Hinata. Ino said in their minds, nodding.

"Hinata, why don't you try?" Naruto asked.

"I did, Naruto-kun," the Hyuga responded, avoiding his gaze.

Naruto looked at her in confusion. "How come I couldn't hear it?"

Ino faced the other woman. "Hinata did you focus the message just for me?"

"Um, I think so," Hinata said with a small shrug.

Naruto frowned but didn't say anything.

"That leads me into the next topic. If you concentrate on a particular person your thoughts should project to just that person," Ino said.

Like this? Naruto asked, looking at the other blonde.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Uzumaki?" Ino asked, narrowing her eyes.

What? I'm trying to see if this works.

"Naruto, stop being weird!"

Naruto shut his eyes tightly trying to concentrate. CAN EITHER OF YOU HEAR THIS?

"Hinata, help me out," Ino said with a groan. "I think he might pop a blood vessel."

Hinata let out a small laugh. "Naruto-kun, you look constipated."

Naruto huffed, deflated. "Why couldn't you hear what I was thinking?"

"Did you press the tag?" Ino asked in a monotone.

"Oh."

"Idiot."

"Hey!"

"Is that all we have to know?" Hinata asked Ino. "Should we head out now? Maybe we can reach the Village of Ash before dark."

"Yup!" Ino said cheerfully. "Well, follow me since I'm in charge." She turned and jumped into the trees, Hinata following close behind.

"Who put you in charge?" Naruto mumbled, trailing them nonetheless.

The team of three reached the Village without much trouble just as the sun was setting. As they had gotten closer to their destination they switched from jumping through the trees to walking to fit into the guise that they were simply long distant friends with the bride, Mizuki. Even though it was still light out the streets looked desolate.

"It feels so…sad here," Naruto said softly.

"No one feels safe," Hinata said sympathetically, glancing at the man next to her. He gave her a weak smile but she turned away, a small ache in her heart. Was last night really just nothing? Naruto's eyebrows knit together and he frowned, confused as to why Hinata was acting this way.

"Come on," Ino gestured. "We should settle down at the hotel. The leader of the village, Sora, booked us two rooms."

The hotel was a quaint little building and Naruto expected people to be wary and worried everywhere but the owner was surprisingly nice.

"Ah, two keys, yes? Yes?" the tall, thin man asked.

"Yes, sir," Ino nodded. "Reserved under the name Yamanaka."

"Here's a key for the pretty girls and one for the handsome man," the dark haired man said with a smile.

"Arigato."

"That was odd," Naruto said as they approached their rooms.

"Don't be rude, Naruto," Ino scolded.

"I'm sure he was just trying to be nice," Hinata added.

"I don't know," Naruto mumbled, "I'm going to be looking at every guy suspiciously now for the next couple of days."

Naruto unlocked the door to his room, which was situated right next to the girls. He watched Hinata follow Ino inside without a second glance at him and that made him upset. Did I do something wrong?

Probably. Kurama said in his mind.

Naruto sighed and shut the door behind him.

They planned on trying to lure the White Kunai Killer later tonight.

Six Months Ago

He fiddled with the weapons. No, these won't work. The dark metal mocked him. It reminded him of the very person that unknowingly stabbed him in the heart. The shiny reflective surface showed his face and he grimaced in disgust. No, these will not do. He worked throughout the night ignoring his rumbling stomach. He ignored the calls to dinner and ignored how heavy his eyelids felt. He knew his family watched him in concern. Everyone came to usher him out of the room. Everyone but her.

Odd isn't it how even the cruelest and most vicious people can come from such normal places? How such monsters can be created from the most unfortunate events? They were supposed to protect us. They failed.

The strong smell of paint and gloss filled his workspace. How many will I need? Am I really going to do this? He stopped working and rolled the weapon around in his hand. Should I really do this? Why?

He heard a voice somewhere in the house and clutched at his chest. The sweet sound of her voice was a bitter reminder as to why he locked himself in his room. It reminded him why he was thinking of doing what he was about to do. It reminded him of how he couldn't have something so close. It's like stealing food from a starving mans plate. How long will I have to hear but not touch? Soon I won't be able to listen to her voice at all.

He made up his mind. He worked. Sweat dripped from his brow and his fingers were filled with little cuts and blemishes. Soon he was done. His lips moved silently, counting the freshly painted weapons in front of him. Ten. Ten is good enough. He laughed bitterly to himself. Surely he won't be using all ten. Was he really even going to use one? What will this accomplish? Should I really do this? Is this normal? Of course it is. What I'm doing makes sense. He was truly insane.

He stretched, groaning, his muscles burning from sitting in the same position for so long. His bones popped and he sighed in relief. He placed the weight of his head in his left hand, his elbow resting on the table. He winced and pulled his hand away. He remembered why he was doing this again. Maybe I will use one. But probably not ten. No most likely not. I'm sure I'll be satisfied.

He didn't know then that he was going to supersede just ten. The count would reach dozens a month. He didn't know that.

Maybe just one.

He gathered up the kunai and hid them away carefully in his darkened room. He left one hidden in the folds of his pristine, white clothing. Tomorrow, he thought as he slipped into bed, his hand slipping under the band of his pants. Using his other hand he removed his shirt smoothly and ran his fingers across his chest, slowly trailing them down to his thighs. His breathing heightened as he felt his body tingle. His fingers moved, touching, squeezing and pressing his skin. He ran his tongue across his mouth imagining his fingers were hers. Imaging his tongue moving across his lips were hers. Imagining the up and down movement was her. His muscles tensed and he felt jolts of pleasure travel throughout his body. His shuddering breaths filled the room as he slowly caressed his member. He listened to her voice in the room next door and slowly pumped his hand. Tomorrow I'll get some relief.

The Next Day

He was casually walking around the city adorned in normal clothing when he caught sight of a young girl perhaps the age of fifteen. He leaned against a store window and watched her from the corner of his eyes. She had beautiful, long, black hair cut in layers. Side bangs framed her face and she was wearing a school outfit consisting of a dark, knee length skirt and white blouse and dark tie. She wasn't the girl he really wanted but she would do.

For the next few days he continued to watch her. She would leave her school at precisely three o'clock; walk with her friends until they were forced to head in opposite directions. She would walk past the flower shop that he was leaning against now and make a sharp turn down the alley of two nearby buildings because it was apparently a shortcut to her home. From there she would follow the main road until she got to her house.

The alley. That's where he would have to do it.

The next day the girl was walking through the backstreet when she saw a figure approaching. He was dressed in white and was wearing a white mask but she didn't think too much into it. Many people passed through their village wearing masks covering either all or parts of their faces and most were ninja.

She smiled broadly at the man and gave him a polite nod as they passed. Poor, ignorant child.

The man grabbed her arm and whipped her to the wall. She gasped in pain and was about to scream but a white cloth was roughly tied to her mouth. It happened so quickly. She felt the fabric cutting into the sides of her lips and looked at her attacker. She didn't know who it was. Why? She tried kicking him between the legs, her father told her that that could be a mans weak spot but the white masked man roughly shoved her legs apart and pressed himself to her.

"Shut up," he hissed quietly.

She tried screaming but suddenly he slapped a piece of paper on her lips and she couldn't move her mouth at all. A seal? She learned about such things in her school but never in much detail. She felt tears leak from her eyes and felt him unbutton her blouse but she continued to struggle. I will not go down without a fight. She attempted to claw at his face but realized the mask acted as a sort of weak shield. He roughly slammed her wrists to the wall with one hand and continued to fumble with her clothes in the other. Her eyes darted to either side of the alley but they were right in the middle where the passageway turned and she came to the haunting conclusion that even if someone decided to glance down the path they wouldn't see her.

Still she continued to struggle, futilely though it was.

He realized he did not like her fighting spirit. No he would rather have someone willing and easily manipulated. He punched the young girl in the stomach whose cry of pain was silenced by the seal. He slowly dropped her to the ground and dragged her near a large dumpster in order to try and conceal themselves more. She flailed like a fish and he quickly pulled out his kunai and stuck it through her thigh.

The girl tried to cry out and squeezed her eyes in pain.

"Stop moving," the man said harshly. He realized his next kills would have to be cleaner. Less noticeable. Next kills, he thought, surprised at first. Yes, next kills. This will not suffice.

A series of words unbecoming of an innocent girl such as herself streamed through her mind. She wished she could say them out loud. She wished she could scream for help. She wished she could fight. When she felt him slip off her skirt and panty she realized that this was it. This can't be happening. I was supposed to celebrate my birthday next week. I was supposed to go shopping with my friends.

She felt hands roaming her body and her whimper caught in her throat. She attempted to swat his hand away but felt him slice into her arm with that strange, white weapon he held. She started to feel queasy as blood slowly drained from her.

Then she felt something strange. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw the man staring down at her and her eyes trailed from his face to his shoulder to his elbow and lower. His fingers! She wanted to cry. She felt her body react to his touches and felt disgusted. This isn't how it should be. She thought that maybe if she didn't fight too much he would let her go when it was done.

The man stared at her hair, unwilling to look at her face. He tried hard to pretend it was her. He felt himself grow harder, removed his fingers and spread the girls' legs apart. Tears ran down her face and he ignored it. He quickly unbuckled his belt and slipped his pants down.

She felt a sharp pain and her back arched up as she felt something fill her. His groans were muffled and she felt spurts of pleasure and that made it worse. She wanted to scream and yell and tell him to stop but her body was spent. She felt liquid wet the back of her clothes as she lay on the ground and came to the dim realization that it was her own blood. Suddenly she felt her muscles tighten and her body lifted up off the ground. It felt good but it felt bad at the same time. She cried.

He pulled out of her and pulled his pants back up. He stared at the girl underneath him in disgust. It's not her. He thought. This isn't enough, he realized. The young woman stared at him through her tears and he looked closer. She was sad, yes, but she looked angry.

"I'm sure you'd be cursing at me right now," he said. The girl didn't move. "Well that was nice and all but I'm done with you." He leaned down and held the kunai over her heart. "I hope you bleed a lot," he stated. "She bled. She suffered. So I hope you suffer too." She looked at him confused and then the girls brown eyes widened when she realized too late he wasn't going to just stop at the rape. She tried twisting away but he held her down with his knees. She watched the kunai fall down towards her chest as if it was in slow motion. The blade pierced her skin and her eyes widened in pain. Then she felt nothing.

The man picked up the body carefully, trying not to stain his pure, white clothes and tossed it in the dumpster.

A few days would pass before the first victims' body is found and by the time it was, the White Kunai Killer already had his way with several other women.

It'll all make sense soon, I promise.

I hope I don't upset anyone with the way Hinata is acting. She's a shy girl and she's just...uncertain. Don't worry. There's more to come!

Please review so I know people would like me to continue and I'll attempt to update as soon as possible.

-Magma E.

Up Next: Liar

"What did he say? Naruto exclaimed in her mind. Did he say fuck? Oh, I'm so going to kill him! That sweet-talking, manipulative, perverted, bastard!"