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 7- Twisted

He slipped through the window as stealthily as possible. Uso was dead, he lost track of that dark haired beauty from last night and it was nearing twelve in the afternoon. Normally he would not be in the open when so many people would be walking about but whether it be the cold or the fear they felt for him, a faceless murderer, the roads were continuously abandoned more and more these days. He had turned his clothes inside out to hide any stains, but he had been very careful. He had fashioned his clothes to be black on the inner material and white on the outside. White because he enjoyed its pure color and black in case he did get stains on it. Blood seeping through the fabric would be much less noticeable when he wore his outfit inside out. He's always careful. As he stalked the streets he watched for any potential victims. He had a new goal in mind yes, but that wouldn't stop him from having some fun.

He noticed a young blonde man dressed in atrociously bright orange clothing and winced. How someone could wear such clothing… He thought about killing him but shook his head. What would that accomplish? As if a simple peasant like him would have any woman worth his time. He watched him balance two mugs and pastry bags precariously as he left the shop and laughed. He dropped something. Cinnamon roll? The man shook his head. It didn't matter. He was tired from the events last night and at the moment he just wanted to sleep.

Now he was back in his room and he realized he wasn't alone.

She was there.

"Where have you been?" she asked.

"Out, don't worry about it," he replied, slipping off his coat.

"Is that blood?"

"No."

"Why're you lying to me?"

"Don't concern yourself with this," he said, his tone harsh.

"Don't tell me what to do," she sniped. "You think I didn't realize what you've been up to?" The man said nothing. "Talk to me," she commanded.

"Do you fear me?"

"Of course not," she said with a huff.

"Do you fear what I do?"

She laughed. "Actually," she started, sounding excited. "I think I enjoy it."

He looked at her sharply. "What?"

"I said, I think I enjoy it," she said slowly. "Is that weird? I think it might be weird."

"I'm not sure," he said, tilting his head. "Why would…why would you enjoy what I do?"

"Some people deserve it," she said coldly and vaguely.

"I'm surprised. This coming from you. Seems a bit twisted."

"People change. You sure did."

"We both did. Since-"

"I know." They stood in silence. "I understand how you feel about me," she said, breaking the stillness.

He laughed bitterly. "You can't even fathom how I feel about you."

"I know what you feel for women."

He let out a barking laugh. "This is different."

"It's not."

"You don't think of me that way," he stated, his tone dripping with regret.

"Of course not, I can't."

"And if you could?"

"I wouldn't," she said in a disgusted tone.

He turned away from her, ashamed. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be." She placed a hand on his shoulder. She hesitated. "Can I…I'd like to…" She sighed. "I already implied that I think what you do is intriguing…" she said slowly. He straightened her back and looked him straight in the eye, his mask being removed. "I'd like to join you when you make your next kill."

He raised his eyebrows. He didn't question her. He would allow her to do what she wanted. He always craved to fulfill her desires. Still, he was concerned. "Once you do this you can't take it back."

"I want to," she said stubbornly.

He smiled sadly. "Well then, anything for you."

"When?" she asked, her voice eager.

He wanted to please her.

"Tonight."

The meeting with the leader Sora was quick. They simply reported what they were trying to do and the man wished them luck. He was worried for all the women in his village and even more so considering his young daughters wedding was just around the corner. He didn't want the White Kunai Killer to constantly instill fear in his people during a time that should be joyous. Naruto thought that the villagers were way past feeling simple fear. They were terrified. But he remained silent. Sora promised to keep them informed on any news that he learned about the rapist.

Now the three ninjas were heading back to their hotel room.

"What are we supposed to do now?" Naruto asked.

"Well we can't do much until night fall," Ino said. "There haven't been any kills made while the sun has been out, from what we know, so it would be pointless if we paraded Hinata around now."

"Should we try and gather more Intel?" Hinata questioned.

"I tried," Ino said with a shake of her head. "Most people don't have any information and I feel like even if they did…they would be too scared to say anything. But the killer has been real careful. We have nothing. But he's bound to make a mistake."

"So what do we do now?" Naruto repeated.

"I don't know," Ino said frustrated. "Why do you keep asking me?"

"You're the leader apparently," Naruto said as if that was obvious.

"Well I'm going to go take a nap," Ino said with a huff. "We all slept late and I woke up early in hope that I could catch people willing to talk."

"Yes, we'll need you at your best tonight." Hinata said.

Ino nodded. "Well, I'll see you guys later. You and Naruto can do what ever you want now," Ino said with a sly look, peeling off the tag on her palm. "Try not to have too much fun. Remember we're here for a mission."

She slipped away before the other two ninjas had a chance to say anything. They stood in awkward silence for a little bit. Hinata stared at the ground, shuffling her feet. Naruto glanced at her and slowly slipped his gloved hand into hers. She looked up, surprised, and saw his smiling face.

"Where to?" he asked.

"Lunch?"

"Of course, m'lady," he said jokingly. "What are you craving? Lunch's on me."

Hinata pretended to think. "How about ramen?"

Naruto's face lit up. "I saw a little ramen shop when we entered the village" he exclaimed. "Aw, Hinata, you're fantastic!" She giggled as he dragged her away.

They entered the ramen shop and walked to the counter, hand in hand. A young man with dirty blonde hair was cleaning the counter and a young woman with wavy brown hair was cooking something in the back. The man looked up at the approaching couple and smiled.

"Hello, what can I help you two with?" he said, his eyes darting from Naruto and lingering on Hinata with a strange glint in his eyes. "My name is Otto and that's my wife, Tsuma," he said gesturing to the woman in the back. She gave them a strained smile.

"We'd like some of your best ramen!" Naruto said jovially after greeting them politely.

The man tore his gaze away from Hinata and smiled largely at the blonde ninja. "Of course, of course, please take a seat. We'll get your food to you right away!"

Naruto and Hinata settled down at a small table near the windows shifting from topic to topic. Occasionally they would hear angry whispers coming from the couple running the shop. Each time someone came to order the man, Otto, would relay the message to his wife without making eye contact and she would mutely go to work.

Hinata watched them sadly, thinking about her current relationship. That wouldn't happen to us, would it?

Naruto was watching her. "Don't worry Hinata," he said, covering her hand with his. "It's probably just a little fight they had."

She gave him a small smile and nodded. "Maybe."

Someone coughed next to them. They looked up and saw Otto waiting with a pen and pad in hand. "Sorry to bother you," he said, seeming to direct his comments towards Hinata. "I was wondering if you two would like something to drink along with your ramen… which my wife is making at the moment," he said the word wife venomously but Naruto didn't notice because he was slightly offended that the man didn't look at him once.

He's being real rude. Naruto thought. Why does he keep staring at Hinata?

"Um, no thank you," Hinata said with a polite smile. She turned to look at the ninja seated across from her. "How about you Naruto-kun?"

"No thanks," he said stiffly. She noticed the tone in his voice but said nothing.

As soon as Otto left Hinata leaned across the table with a puzzled look on her face. "Is anything wrong?"

Naruto frowned. "That Otto guy rubs me the wrong way," Naruto said under his breathe.

"He seems sweet," Hinata said. Just then the wife Tsuma dropped something and Otto barked some rude words at her. "Oh, well, he seemed sweet to me," she said with a weak grin.

"He keeps staring at you," Naruto said bluntly.

"The wife keeps staring at you," Hinata said quietly.

"I didn't notice."

"Neither did I."

They stared at each other, small smiles forming on their faces and soon broke out into laugher. Two steaming bowls of ramen were slipped in front of them. Otto looked at Hinata and said, "Enjoy." Naruto glared at his back as the young man retreated and Hinata snapped apart a pair of chopsticks.

"He seems too young to be running a ramen shop…" Naruto muttered.

"That's because it's family run," a strange voice said.

Naruto turned red as he came to face the brown haired cook. Naruto coughed. "Uh, I-I'm sorry."

The beautiful woman smiled at him broadly. "Nothing to be sorry about. I apologize, I shouldn't have been eavesdropping," she said as she wiped down the table next to them with a cloth. "Many customers question us though, because of our young age. I'm used to explaining." Naruto and Hinata waited for her to continue. She quickly excused herself as a man dressed in black walked through the doors. He sat down near the entrance and the lady moved on to take his order. As soon as she was done she came back to continue her story as if there were no interruption. "This shop was my fathers. Was. Now it's my…husbands. I inherited it after my father passed and didn't want to sell it because it's the only thing I have left from him. Otto didn't really want-"

"Tsuma, we have orders!" Otto called from the back.

"Oh. I'll be right there!" she looked flustered, as if confused as to where she was. "Oh, I'm so sorry for ranting to a sweet couple such as yourselves. I get so carried away sometimes!" she said with a light laugh before fleeing to the back once more.

Hinata waited until she was out of earshot before saying, "She seemed to really want to stay out of that kitchen. Away from her husband."

Naruto nodded. The ramen didn't seem to look as appealing anymore. "Everyone here is just so suspicious," he said. He started slurping up some ramen but was looking around the shop from the corner of his eye. Some curly haired lady and her kid sat near the opposite end of the shop eating what looked like something sweet. The mother looked nervous, most likely because of the killings going on, but the son seemed happy to be here. There was a bearded man sitting with a steaming mug in front of him, massaging his head as if he were nursing a hang over. Naruto saw a man with glasses sitting at the counter sipping some coffee and reading a book. He saw Otto walk out of the back and begin to rearrange things on the counter but noticed that the entire time Otto's eyes would be on Hinata or the mother. Naruto clenched his teeth, the noodles breaking apart and falling back sloppily into his bowl. Hinata looked at him, perplexed but he just shook his head. He continued observing and saw Otto walk to the man seated near the entrance to see how he was doing and then realized he was turning and heading towards them.

Naruto straightened his back, his fists clenching and unclenching. Hinata was daintily eating her ramen. While Naruto was surveying Otto, Hinata had kept a keen eye on his wife. From what she could see, her movements were sad and each time Otto neared her she flinched. Hinata frowned, staring down at her bowl of ramen. Such young love gone corrupt. That's when some of Naruto's broth splashed on the table. She looked at him in confusion but he just sighed, shaking his head. She was about to say something when she noticed Otto approach them. She smiled a fake smile, throwing on a polite façade.

"How's the meal going?" the young man asked supposedly both of them, but he was angled towards the Hyuga.

Naruto said nothing, just staring at the other man, who still didn't make eye contact with the blonde shinobi.

Hinata, noticing Naruto's stern look and silence decided it was time to go. "The meal was delicious thank you," she said, smiling. "We'd like the check now, please?"

The man gave a barely indiscernible frown. "Oh, okay. Right away."

As soon as he left Naruto snapped his head back towards Hinata. "I don't like him," he stated.

"I could tell," Hinata said with a wary smile. "I don't like the way he treats his wife…"

"That, and I don't like the way he looks at you!" Naruto whispered under his breath.

"I don't think you like the way anyone looks at me," Hinata said with a small blush.

"That's not true!" Naruto said, gesturing wildly. "I don't mind Ino looking at you or being in your mind and everything."

Hinata giggled. "That doesn't count."

Naruto pouted and that was when Otto returned, handing them their bill. Naruto took it and left a small tip, still upset at their entire experience at the small restaurant. Hinata thanked the owners for their meal and Naruto did too, though a bit grudgingly.

Naruto didn't want to linger in that shop longer than he had to and quickly whisked Hinata away, not noticing someone following them from the restaurant.

The couple took a long route back to their hotel. They had a lot of time to kill until nightfall and decided to take a walk around the village.

"I think we're lost Naruto-kun," Hinata said.

Naruto glanced around. "Ah…no I think I know where we are," he said, a bit nervously. Hinata laughed. "Damn," Naruto muttered under his breath. "Finding our way back to the hotel would be so much easier if we could just jump on the rooftops."

"Covert mission, remember?" Hinata said quietly.

"I know, I know."

They were walking around in what seemed like the slums of the village. The houses seemed run down, the windows were cracked and broken liquor bottles littered the grimy, snow-covered streets.

"Woah," Naruto said, stopping Hinata. "Look at that house." He was pointing at a small house whose door was open. There was a ring of keys amidst shards of glass littering the ground neat the entranceway. The draft from outside made the curtain on the window sway ominously. "What do you think happened there?"

Hinata shrugged, worried. "Maybe a robbery?"

"Can you check with your Byakugan?"

"We're supposed to be normal civilians," Hinata said hesitantly, glancing at what looked like a schizophrenic lady talking to herself. "And anyway I wouldn't be able to exactly tell what happened using that," she went on, her tone sad.

Naruto bit his lip, staring into the dark entrance. "I really feel like we should look. What if it has to do with the killer?" he whispered the last part.

"I want to check too…" Hinata said. "But…the mission requires-"

"I know," Naruto said. He sighed. "But…I guess Sora did say he would keep us updated on any more casualties."

Hinata nodded as they continued walking, leaving the wrecked home behind them. "It was probably nothing anyway," Hinata said trying to reassure them both. "This part of town doesn't seem all that…safe."

Naruto slipped his left hand from hers and instead wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her to him. "What happened back there might be a regular thing," he said. "Maybe that's why there wasn't a crowd or anything."

They walked in comfortable silence for a while, thoughts drifting away from the sad scene fading away behind them. For some reason the way they were walking reminded her of her little encounter with that man named Uso and how he brushed his shoulders against hers. That had made her uncomfortable but this… Hinata was very aware of Naruto's grip on her waist and her cheeks were tinted slightly red because of it.

Naruto noticed. He grinned knowingly. "Hinata…you cold?"

She saw his sly look and looked at the ground, her hair hiding her face. "No," she said quietly.

He laughed and stopped walking, turning her to face him. "Your nose is a bit red, maybe I should warm it up a little." Before she knew what he was up to she felt his lips brush against her nose. It tickled her a little and she let out a light laugh. He felt more confident after this and crossed his arms around her head, placing his forehead against hers. "Hinata I think my lips are freezing. I might need your help."

Hinata blushed. His eyes were bright and his smile was broad. She tilted her head and gave him a quick peck on his lips.

"Aw Hinata," he said, still smiling. "I think they're gonna go numb."

Her laughter was cut off as his lips met hers.

Darkness.

Darkness and whispers.

A voice? No…two voices.

Slowly her eyes fluttered open but her view was blurry. She wanted to rub her eyes but she realized her hands were bound.

Her breathing increased. Her heart beat faster.

Then she remembered.

She was walking home from that restaurant with her son. Her son! Where is he?

She struggled with the ropes that bound her and the whispering ceased. She froze. Footsteps came towards her.

"Hey she's awake," a voice said. A female voice? She heard someone grunt in acknowledgement. "So are you going to do it now?"

The bound, dark, curly haired woman swallowed. "Where is my son?" she croaked.

"Home," a deep voice said. "Most likely. Don't despair. We didn't harm him. I'm not that cruel."

The woman felt a sense of relief but then fear crept back into her as she realized what situation she was in.

"How old are you?" the female voice asked. "I mean you don't look that old. Hardly older than me. But you have a son?"

The woman thought that maybe if she wasted time someone would come and help her. Someone, she thought. Anyone. She knew she had no one. Just her and her son. Her high school boyfriend abandoned her after she told him she was pregnant. Her parents kicked her out and she stayed at a local shelter. She was forced to get a job and leave school. She did what she could for her son. She felt tears fall from her eyes. She was alone. "I-I had him real young."

"Well obviously," the other woman said. "Hm, you're really beautiful though."

"Are…are you the rapist?"

The female voice laughed. "Me?"

"I-I d-don't know."

"Maybe," the shadow of a girl laughed. "But I think I'm going to kill you," she stated emotionlessly. The bound woman's breath caught in her throat. "Well get to it," the voice said, getting further away. She felt the larger presence approach her. The man. "I thought you preferred virgins," the woman said in a singsong voice.

"I do," he said. "But I make exceptions. You thought she was attractive. I'm doing this for you."

"Sure..,"

The curly haired woman felt hands against her legs and felt him yank her. She was pulled to the floor, her arms uncomfortably squeezed between her back and the ground. She yelped in pain but she felt him place something on her lips. She couldn't talk anymore! She struggled as tears streamed down her face. She felt him fumble with the buttons of her pants and she wished she could kick him but her legs were tied tight. He pulled down her pants and unbuttoned her shirt. She shivered when the frigid air hit her bare skin.

"Hey," the female voice came out of the darkness. "No need to be gentle with her. After all this isn't her first."

The man grunted in response. "Who knew you were so cold," he said.

She laughed. "Like I said before, people change."

The woman on the ground squirmed but to no avail. She made attempts to yell but the screams were silenced by the seal. She tried to remove her arms and legs from the ropes but only felt them cutting against her skin. What can I do? She thought to herself.

She felt hands on her breasts and wanted to throw up. But fortunately they weren't there long. He just wanted relief. He rubbed between her legs and she felt her body unwillingly responding. She felt something hot at her opening and realized it was his tongue. She whimpered as he continued his ministrations. Finally he stopped. She heard something unzip and as soon as she realized what he was doing it was too late.

Her mouth opened in a large O as she felt him enter her. It hurt! He was rough as he continued pounding into her. She heard the other woman giggle and heard his moans of pleasure and she felt ashamed. Ashamed she got herself in this situation. Ashamed that she couldn't do anything to stop this. Ashamed that she was going to leave her son motherless. She wasn't stupid. She knew what was going to happen to her.

The man continued to rape her. She felt as though she was going to be torn apart from the inside. She couldn't scream even if she wanted to, which she did. She wanted to yell and yell and hope that someone would listen to her. No one listened to her while she was pregnant with her son. No one listened to her while she took care of him alone. No one was going to listen to her now. Her eyes were closed in pain and she continually felt her arms burn from the friction against the ground as he moved her up and down. His thrusts became faster and harder and the agony became too much to bear. She lay limp on the ground, exhausted. She heard him shout out a familiar name in bliss, but she didn't care at the moment. Tears slipped into her curly hair.

He pulled out of her, breathing heavily and she heard him retreat. Lighter footsteps approached her.

"Wow," she heard that familiar female voice. "That was actually kind of hot." The woman on the ground was disgusted. "You're lucky though," the girl said, running her fingers across her tear stricken face. "Normally the woman he would take would be found all torn and bloody but I didn't want him to hurt you that much. So sweet of me, huh?" she felt lips on her own. This twisted woman was kissing her! "Don't worry. I'll kill you first before he stabs you."

She felt fingers on her neck. Tighter and tigher. She flailed and tried gasping for air but to no avail.

Darkness.

Hinata shot up in bed screaming. She heard Naruto curse and stumble out of his bed and hurry towards her. Through her tears she saw his messy bed hair, his attentive eyes wary for any trouble and a kunai gripped in his right hand.

"Hinata!" he exclaimed as he stood near her, his eyes darting around the dark room. "What happened? What's wrong?" he saw no immediate trouble and sank into her bed, his heart aching at the sight of her tears. "Hinata, what happened?"

Hinata was shaking and she wrapped her arms around herself. She kicked the blankets away and stared down at her chest and legs. He watched her run her fingers down her clothed stomach to her thighs. He heard her let out a shaky sigh of relief. "Not me…" she muttered to herself.

Naruto felt antsy. Hinata was in tears and he didn't know what was going on. "Hinata, talk to me." he said, wiping the drops of water adorning her face. "What's wrong?"

She looked at him, eyes wide in fear. "Naruto-kun," she said, her voice quiet and quivering. "He did it again." He looked at her confused. She swallowed and took a deep breath. "He-he…raped someone. She's dead."

What happened at the end will get cleared up soon.

-Magma E.

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"She crossed her arms across her chest in an attempt at modesty. She felt Naruto's large hands gently grab her arms. She looked into his blue eyes and felt her muscles relax. She dropped her arms to the side, feeling exposed…"