A/N: Oh my gosh, finally! I've uploaded chapter 5 for you all! I know it's been super long and I've been saying I was working on it all this time but really...I haven't. I feel bad because so many people have been telling me to hurry up and put out the next chapter. So many people that are in favor of this story. I'm sorry everyone! Now it's finally here for you and I hope you all enjoy it!
WARNING! MATURE CONTENT!
The florescent lights of the hospital blinded the fair skinned beauty as she sat battered and bleeding on the cold metal slab. Her hair a mess, her scrubs disheveled, bruised cheek, shoulders slumped and eyes wide, she swayed in her seat while waiting. With blood soaking through the white fabric, her arms were wrapped around her body loosely and her breath was ragged. Not even a full day. She wasn't even there half a day and she was already a target for rape. Asuma hadn't been joking when he said they hadn't seen a woman in a long time. Hinata was just thankful that it was only one man and not more because then there most definitely would have been more than just the oral stimulation he had given her. The door creaked opened and golden amber looked over at the shaking, bleeding young woman.
Her thighs grinded together at the thought. The way his tongue roved over her clit, the sandy feeling scratching at her skin; she shivered. Her legs prickled and a pulse rushed through her crotch as she remembered how it felt. Blood dripped down her skin, his tongue passing over her so hungrily, the fear that welled in her; all of it was new and exciting. To her surprise, she wanted more. Although she felt sick for being violated in such a way, there was that twisted part of her that reveled in it; that craved more! Her nails dug deep into the fabric wrapped around her arms as his insane filled eyes passed through her thoughts. Who was he? Why was she so drawn to his disgusting touch?
"Hinata." Tsunade's voice brought her to reality and her white eyes shifted down to the woman sitting in a swivel chair in front of her.
"Oh…sorry…" Her angelic voice mumbled shakily as she tried to level her breathing.
There was silence between them a moment before Tsunade pulled gloves over her hands. "Lie back."
Hinata did as she was told and felt a sense of shame come over her as she felt Tsunade's latex covered hands cut away her shirt. She probably thought Hinata deserved it for what she did to Naruto.
"These wounds are bad, I'm going to do a general clean up and stitch the scratches. This bite wound should be fine on its own," she touched each wound and felt Hinata twitch in pain under her.
Tsunade pushed away from her to rummage through her medical supplies. While Hinata stared up at the ceiling, the medical marvel felt a bead of sweat roll down her temple. Taking a deep breath, she wiped her brow with the back of her hand and tried to steady her pulse. The latex of her gloves were already stained red and she had barely even touched the wounds on the pale girl's body. No, she couldn't allow her Hemophobia to control her right now. She had a patient that needed her and they weren't even bleeding that badly anymore. With a forceful grab, she rolled back over to Hinata and began to wipe the wounds clean.
Hinata screamed and writhed under the pain of the cleaning solution that was poured onto her open wounds. The sting was icy and bit into her flesh like the red haired man's teeth. Her hands slammed against the metal table she laid on, her knuckles turning white from the force at which she gripped it. Tsunade ignored her cries and continued to administer treatment. She warned Hinata that she was going to begin stitching the scratches that needed help closing. Even though she had some time to mentally prepare herself, another scream ripped through her vocal cords as she felt the needle and thread slide through her skin. There was no anesthetic given to her as there was no time for her to be given one and to be sent back to her cell. Sure, Tsunade had full control over all her patients but she was still supposed to adhere to the asylum rules. After twenty minutes of Hinata screaming she was finally finished, letting the metal tweezers clank against the metal tray beside her.
"Alright…" she paused and motioned for someone to enter the room. "I'll check on you tomorrow." Walking into the room was Asuma, looking ashamed as he handed her a new shirt to replace her blood soaked one.
Hinata took the shirt without a word and nodded a silent reply.
"Come on Hinata," Asuma spoke up as he ushered the girl out of the small medical room.
With a hushed grunt of pain, Hinata followed him out of the room as she gentle ran her fingers over the now bumpy fabric. She could feel the stitches through her thin shirt and the rough texture of the gauze. As each groove of her fingerprints roved over the stitches, she saw flashes of the look in the man's eyes as he inflicted the pain onto her. He had been so driven, so possessed by something to harm her. Why would anyone want to hurt someone intentionally? As she was loosing herself in thought she could feel the pain killers Tsunade had given her start to work, a haze starting to cloud her mind. As the haze continued to consume her, the only thing she could think about, the only thing she could see, were crazed orbs of jade staring at her through the darkness.
"I'll come get you in a few minutes when it's time for group." Asuma watched as Hinata staggered into her cell, eyes clouded and skin paler than normal. He watched as she flopped down onto the uncomfortable bed and stared down at her feet.
Without a word to Asuma, she heard the spine chilling echo of her cell door slamming shut but made no reaction. The sounds of all the screaming patients faded away as she stared down at her feet with a far off look in her medicated eyes. Her skin prickled with excitement as she couldn't get the thoughts of violation out of her mind. As she continued to think on it, flashes of red splashed through each image causing her body to shudder. Soul piercing screams racked through her tired bones causing her heart to start thumping wildly. Her eyes began to widen with each twisted thought accompanying the memory of her violation, but it wasn't out of fear or disgust like a normal person might think. Any normal person would be ashamed of themselves for having something like what happened to her, happen to them. They would want to vomit and possibly drown themselves in alcohol to forget. And yet, she didn't think anything like that. She wanted more. She wanted it to continue.
Hinata wanted his touch on her skin again. The way he made her bleed was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Not even her cousin Neji was able to make her bleed like he did. Neji's hits were painful and did make her bleed, but his strikes were hollow and full of rage. This redheaded man's punches were full of desire and feeling; so much passion could be felt through each hit, through each scratch inflicted. Images of his hands running along the contours of her shape in a hungrily passionate way before ripping into his flesh with is nails and painting her red passed through her mind. Her toes began to curl thinking about his tongue slipping over every square inch of her body and between her legs again. She took in a sharp breath.
There was a loud bang from outside her mind. "Hinata, it's time for therapy. I need you to get in line." Her eyes flickered over to see Asuma standing at the door with a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth.
"Okay…" she answered softly, getting up from her uncomfortable bed and walking out of her now quiet cell. She stood behind a tall man with slicked back white hair. When he feels someone behind him, he turns to face her.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here." He grinned at her menacingly, towering over her. "So you're the piece of ass Gaara got to play with."
Hinata bowed her head, avoiding eye contact with him.
"Hidan, shut up and leave her alone." Asuma stepped up beside them, glaring at the man without a care that the mental patient might retaliate on him.
He sneered at Asuma. "Hey, fuck you pig! It's not fair that Gaara got to touch her and no one else gets to. I only want my share of her body."
Hinata's face contorted with shame and disgust at the way he spoke. He made it seem so less passionate than what she felt it to be.
"I said," Asuma got close to Hidan. "Shut your mouth." He blew smoke in the Jashin worshiper's face as he sent him a warning glare that was so forceful even Hidan couldn't help but swallow hard in fear.
Hidan put his hands up in defense before backing away slowly from the navy haired girl. Asuma eyed him wearily before walking away and leading the patients out of their wing. Hinata nervously fidgeted her fingers as she was led down many hallways with the rest of her cellmates. She didn't want to be near any of these men, they all scared her. No, that wasn't right. They all terrified her. Each one of them was the worst the world had to offer; their crimes each matching their insane personalities. How was she going to survive being incarcerated in a place like this? As they walked through the castle Hinata caught sight of other patients. Her eyes widened when she saw people she knew, people she grew up with, wearing white scrubs just like her. When did any of them become placed in this horrible place? She had seen them outside these walls not too long ago!
Her attention was turned from her surprise when she heard a familiar voice in the room they were being led to. Sitting in a chair before her was her former teacher Kurenai looking compassionate and stone cold at the same time. A clipboard in her hand, she crossed one leg over the other and waited for each one of them to take a seat around her. Out of embarrassment, Hinata shuffled in quietly and tried to make herself as small as possible so Kurenai couldn't see her. Why wasn't she aware that Kurenai was working here either? Was this some big secret from everyone in the world? She had already seen so many people she knew and never once had an idea about them.
"Hello everyone, I regret to tell you that Gaara won't be joining us today." Kurenai seemed to bow her head in disappointment before bringing it back up and looking at the shy Hinata. "But we do have a newcomer to our group. Hinata…" she trailed off her sentence and motioned for Hinata to speak up.
With a startled jump and her face flushing, she looked around the room. "He-hello…"
The therapy session went on for an hour with everyone describing how they all wanted to do various disgusting things to other people, or the female staff. However, with all the talk about such barbaric things made her mind race. Images of the acts she committed flashed through her mind. Blanketed by red she felt warm and oddly enough, safe. An almost pleasurable warmth washed over her like a violent ocean slamming against cliff side rocks. Feeling how her blade had cut through their flesh, the releasing of all her pent up rage and self shame made her feel empowered. No longer was she bound by her father's condescending words. No longer was she shadowed by her perfect little sister. And no longer was she forced to live through her cousin's rage filled abuse. She was free to do as she pleased. She could safely be with the man she loved. Naruto.
Her moment of happiness was snatched away from her as she remembered his condition. He was still alive. She wanted to be with him forever and she couldn't with him alive in the hospital. She tilted her head to look up at the ceiling with a thoughtful look in her lavender tinted white eyes. The feel of his blood on her fingers felt amazing! She rubbed her fingers together as if feeling the texture of some object, remembering how it felt like silk slipping across her skin. If she could feel it again, oh she would be in heaven! Her heart soared with a new found pleasure as she saw his pained face and paling skin with each stream of crimson that poured from her abdomen wound she had inflicted on him. As she was thinking of her beloved and all the pleasure he gave her, the face of that redheaded, green eyed man replaced Naruto.
No matter how much she wanted to forget what he had done, to forget his touch on her body, she just couldn't. He was constantly on her mind and it had only been a few hours. What would happen once he was back in the same wing as her? Would he try to inflict more pain upon her? Maybe he would try to make her bleed once again. The thought made her shiver. No! She was being crazy to think that she wanted his touch on her again! It was insanity that she would want him to continue to torture her like that for the rest of their natural lives. What was wrong with her? Why did she want such terrible things to happen to her and everyone around her?
The Red Wing patients were sent back to their cells, with Hinata silently crying to herself; trying desperately to hide her tears from the guards. It wasn't like many of them would mind, but those that knew her would ask and she didn't want to talk. As the door on her cell closed, she heard Asuma tell her that dinner would be delivered soon and lights out would be moments after. At least her first night was almost over. She would be free from any kind of torment for a few days in order to figure out what was wrong with her. Maybe, just maybe, she could talk to someone and they could help her sort out what was happening inside her mind. She was hopeful that someone could make sense of all the crimson covered thoughts she constantly had. It was more likely she would get a private session with a therapist tomorrow, after she had been completely processed through their systems. And after she had had her dinner, and lights were out, she found herself falling asleep to thoughts of glowing green eyes staring at her.