Her fingers shaped out the ninjutsu;
Tiger, boar, ox, dog
Tiger, boar, ox, dog
Tiger, boar, ox, dog
Over and over. It dispersed, and she summoned it again. Over and over.
His shuriken must be running out. He's already thrown a good 20. Dodge, summon, attempt an attack on the man. It proved to be useless.
So she ran. She ran fast, and she ran far, but he was just as fast, and went just as far. Why does he only attack me? The thought kept creeping up. She wanted to run into the town, but feared getting an innocent person injured. And she turned back to him.
"Byakugan!" His chakra flowed with ease, his heart beat steadily. Yet hers was erratic, her heart pumped like a rabbit's. She was scared. Paranoid.
"Miss Hyuga, you really should stop." That voice, so calm. So sure. He sounded just like his master.
She couldn't help but shudder. "Why do you want me? Sasuke was your target for the last year, go after him!"
He smirked, stopping for a moment to take a cloth from his pocket. And she moved in to attack.
Mistake.
In a flash, she was pinned, a kunai to her throat. What does he want?
As if he could finally read her thoughts, he chuckled. It was a cold sound to her, devoid of almost all warmth. The kunai pressed into her skin, drawing the slightest trickle of blood, and a single tear welled up then fell.
"Why, Hyuga-san? Why what? This is not a mission for Lord Orochimaru... This is a trip for my own pleasure."
"Pleasure?"
"Yes, Hyuga-san. Pleasure. It is not something I get to enjoy very often."
She shuddered at the thought, making the mistake of looking down his body. The blood began to pool in a spot. One she wished she wouldn't be dealing with. She shuddered again as his tongue darted out, licking chapped lips. That smirk grew into a smile. Taunting, condescending.
"Tell me, Hyuga-san, have you ever been with a boy?" Her mouth remained shut.
"Tell me now, or so help me Kami, you will regret your silence."
A whimper escaped through her lips, and a murmured word.
"What was that?"
"No!" She spat the word at him.
He shifted, keeping her arms pinned under his legs, and pulled another kunai from his satchel.
He dragged it up her body, pressing hard, the fabrics of her clothing ripping, and skin being cut open.
Her head became light and she whimpered more, praying silently. The silver hair on the man was let loose, and it spilled over his shoulders, though she could not find it beautiful.
She squirmed, attempting to get loose, and the kunai at her throat dug in deeper.
And she woke up, screaming.
"No, Yakushi-san!"
An arm snaked around her waist, pulling her close. "Yakushi-san? You haven't called me that in a long time, Hinata... "
AN:)
This is the first fanfic I've written, and I hope you like it. Reviews and constructive criticism (even of the harshest kind) are welcomed, but please no flames.
I'd really like to know if I should keep this going. Much love, and many thanks.