Disclaimer:I do not own Naruto or any of its respective characters. This fanfiction is for entertainment purposes only. (Mostly my amusement.) However, if I DID own Naruto, it would be called "Neji and Hinata: Byakugan Babies Galore!" That has a nice ring to it...
Author's Note:Okay everyone! Things really start to heat up after this chapter. There is a slight lemon warning, so take heed. Thank you for all of your kind words. It truly is the greatest motivation. If you've been reading this far, you already know this is a NejixHinata fic, which means Hyuugacest. Enjoy, everyone. I worked really hard on this chapter. I hope you like it!
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Possession - Chapter Three
Hinata raced as fast as her tired and sore legs would travel. Her Byakugan scanned ahead for Naruto, and also for any sign of pursuit from the rear. She knew it was late, very late. If anyone had been to her room in the Hyuuga compound, they would have found an empty bed and a lot of unanswered questions.
Her thoughts raced, breaking her concentration. Her father, Hanabi, and their plan to steal from her the only thing that she was ever promised lingered at the forefront of her thoughts.
How could they? Did it matter at all to them that she was family? That she had loved them unconditionally? Had sacrificed her life, her wishes for them? She had never wanted to be a kunoichi, but she set aside her dream of tranquility for the violence of the shinobi arts. It was true, she'd had no other choice as the first born. However, she could have resisted her fate, but she chose not to. Instead of bemoaning the future chosen for her, she submitted to the will of the Clan. It was her Fate, her destiny.
But, what now? What did she have now if she did not have her destiny?
In the distance, she could make out a hazy shape slumped over a stool at an empty vendor's stall. She slowed, deactivating her Byakugan. When her vision reverted to normal, she could clearly see the loud orange jumpsuit and the spiky blonde hair.
Naruto. She had found him.
At the sight of him, her mind froze. Her carefully crafted speech vanished into the darkness. She had nothing left except her emotions, which unfortunately, were running wild.
Hinata stepped just close enough for him to hear her delicate whisper. "N-Naruto-kun?" Her index fingers poked together nervously.
The fox-boy looked up, a light stream of drool seeping from the corner of his mouth. He squinted his eyes, as if to distinguish her from a recent dream. When her presence registered, his face turned red with embarrassment.
"Wow, Hinata-chan," he gave her his best foxy grin. "I didn't think you'd actually show up here." He laughed while scratching the back of his head. "I guess I owe Kakashi-sensei dinner for a week." A serious look washed over his face. "I wonder how he knew?"
Hinata smiled. So they'd made a bet, and Naruto had bet against her finding him. She wouldn't tell him that Kakashi himself had hinted to her of his whereabouts. The Copy-Ninja may have cheated to win, but if not for him, she would never have thought to come here. Besides, Naruto deserved it for doubting her. She owed Kakashi her gratitude. Such a lucky coincidence, running into him.
"I– Um... forgot our meeting place," she told him through her silky bangs.
"Yeah, me too," he admitted.
The night sounds of Konoha filled the minutes as they stared at one another. Hinata blushed crimson across her cheeks. Try as she might, not a single word would leave her lips. Naruto fidgeted on his stool. Finally, he stood, walking toward her.
"Well, I guess we should get going, huh?" He held out his hand. She could only stare at it. "Let's go for a walk, Hinata-chan," he tried again. This time she managed a quick nod in his direction.
Naruto slipped his fingers between hers, intertwining them nervously as he pulled her gently away from Ichiraku.
"So," he blurted, once they had walked a few blocks. "About yesterday." Hinata shied, turning her red face away from him. "I don't mean to sound forward," he hesitated, pondering his words, "but, I really liked hanging out with you."
Hinata stole a glance toward him. Encouraged by her response, he continued.
"And what we did– " He coughed. "I mean, when we kissed..."
"N-N-Naruto-kun," she shook her head vigorously. "It's okay if you didn't mean to." Her head hung low. "I understand."
Naruto turned to face her and she nearly walked into his chest. He cradled both of her hands as their eyes met. "What would make you say that, Hinata-chan? I've wanted to kiss you for a long time now."
Hinata was shocked speechless. Had she heard right? Had Naruto just said that he wanted to kiss her? When it happened, she was convinced that it was just the moment propelling them forward, unthinkingly. She had barely dared to hope then. Now, it seemed that Naruto's feelings for her ran deeper than she'd known.
"D-Does that mean that mean you– Um..." Her voice was a hushed whisper. "What about Sakura?"
Naruto looked into her deep white pools, allowing her gentle nature to wash over him. "Sakura loves Sasuke," he answered. The words came out steady, monotone, like a mantra he'd repeated to himself over and over again. Hinata could see that he was not yet over Sakura, but he was trying to move forward– with her.
"And what about you, Naruto-kun?" She pressed further. She had to know how he felt about her. How he truly felt. She needed someone to love her. No one had loved her since her mother's death. Not her father, or her sister, no one in the Hyuuga Clan loved her. They paid her the barest respect only because she was of the Main House, the Heiress. Not even Neji, whom she'd loved so desperately as a child...
No. She shook those thoughts from her mind. She would not think about Neji, or the awful things he'd done. She just wouldn't think about it. She wouldn't think about his hands on her skin, or his mouth, or his tongue, or his teeth.
Naruto paused, then gave her hands a gentle squeeze. "I'm here with you, aren't I?"
"Y-Yes," Hinata said as she tore one hand from his grasp to clutch Neji's mark on her shoulder.
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Flashback
Neji's hands were everywhere. No part of her body had escaped his lecherous touch. He pressed her onto a bed of twigs and leaves, suffocating her with his glistening form. Sweat rolled off of him to slide between their bodies as he moved inside of her.
He forced sloppy kisses all over her face and neck, leaving trails of saliva to evaporate in the warm breeze. He plunged his tongue down her throat again, stifling her desperate gasps.
"Hinata-sama," he moaned into her mouth. His pace quickened and his thrusts came harder. He placed his hands at the sides of her head, bracing them as his hips slammed against the soft flesh of her thighs.
"Niisan," she answered, reflexively. Her back arched, presenting her supple breasts to his hungry mouth. He buried his face between them as a strange tightening sensation bubbled up from the pit of her stomach. Her hips rose to meet him, and her fingers clawed at the tight muscles of his arms. Her body was betraying her and there was nothing she could do.
Neji rose from her breasts to gaze down at her passion laced eyes. Her eyelids were heavy as she watched him through dark lashes. He moved easily, gracefully, stroking her on the inside. He closed his eyes as his pace became frantic, almost desperate.
"Neji-niisa– " Hinata gasped and threw her head back against the forest floor. She heard the growing rumble from Neji's chest as he collapsed onto her, still thrusting. He wrapped his arms around her as his lips found the mark on her shoulder. He licked it roughly as the evidence of his desire poured deep into her womb.
After his lust had been sated, Neji relaxed against her. He held her loosely, resting his head on her shoulder. Hinata wanted to squirm away, to peel his arms from her body and flee into the forest, as far from him as she could get. But, she stayed. She lay there on the forest floor, drenched in sweat and covered in the filth of his embrace, and wept.
End Flashback
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Tears were streaming from Hinata's eyes. She couldn't help it. She couldn't stop. Not with Naruto staring at her with his perfect, innocent eyes. She had been sullied, tainted by her cousin. She was unworthy of this wonderful, trusting boy before her.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Naruto-kun." She backed away from him.
"What's wrong, Hinata-chan? Did I do something to upset you?"
"N-No, no... It's just– I don't– I can't– " She was sobbing desperate tears, and trembling.
Naruto was confused. One moment, she seemed fine, the next, she was crying. He didn't know what was wrong, but he wanted to find out. He stepped toward her and she backed away, matching him step for step. Undaunted, he came at her with incredible speed, holding her tightly in his arms. She stiffened, but he would not let her go.
"You have to tell me what's wrong," he said. "I can't help you if you don't let me in."
Hinata felt like she was suffocating. Those same feelings churned inside of her again. Rage, helplessness, despair– hate. It was all she could do not to explode in a convulsive fit, or use her Jyuuken attacks on him. This was Naruto, she told herself. Naruto had never done anything to hurt her. Naruto would never hurt her. Slowly, she began to relax in his arms.
"N-N-N-Naruto– I- I have to– I– I– "
"Just breathe, Hinata. Breathe, and relax," he soothed, stroking her hair. The tremors eased as she took several deep breaths. "That's it. Just breathe."
When the episode was over, Hinata was exhausted. She wrapped her arms around Naruto's waist and slumped into him. If not for his support, she would have fallen over. Tears still spilled from her eyes, but she had stopped sobbing.
"Thank you, Naruto-kun. I don't know what came over me."
He pulled his face away from her hair to lock his eyes with hers. "Now, tell me what's going on with you."
She looked away. At the pavement, at the weeds springing from between the cement blocks, at a softly flickering streetlight, at anything but his innocent, concerned eyes. "I– I just... have been training so hard, lately," she lied. She couldn't tell him. She couldn't tell anyone.
He looked at her suspiciously. Hinata was worried that he would press further, but to her relief, he accepted her lame answer. For now, at least.
"Do you want to go home?" He asked.
"No!" She panicked. His brows furrowed and his eyes narrowed. She could only guess at his thoughts, but she regained her composure. "No. Not yet," she answered. She would have to return eventually, but not now.
"Alright," he sighed. "If you're sure?" He pressed his forehead against hers, the cool metal of his hitai-ate easing the heat from her brow. She nodded and he led her down the street with his arm around her shoulder, holding her close.
"N-Naruto-kun?" She squeaked.
"Hm?" He answered.
"Do you think... I am a good kunoichi?"
"Sure, Hinata-chan. Kiba and Shino are always talking about how useful your Byakugan is, and you healing salves. Not to mention your Jyuuken style taijutsu. Man, I remember when Neji hit me with that sixty-four palms technique! That was a major drag!"
Hinata cringed at the mention of Neji's name. "But, I am not as strong as Neji-niisan," she whispered.
"Sure you are! You just have to believe it!"
Hinata looked over her shoulder, half expecting Neji to jump out at her from the shadows. She hadn't been able to fend him off before. If he attacked her again, she didn't think she'd be able to defend herself at all. He was just so powerful.
"Don't worry about that anymore, Hinata-chan," he gave her a warm smile. "Let's have some fun tonight before I walk you home, okay?"
Her eyes still scanned the streets behind them as she answered. "Um... Okay, Naruto-kun."
Hinata tried, but she just couldn't stop worrying about Neji, or what he might do to her next.
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Neji stormed through the halls of the Hyuuga compound. He had searched the training grounds for hours, with no sign whatsoever of Hinata. Either Kakashi really was as clueless as he'd let on, or the jounin had lied to him. Neji scowled. The latter seemed the more likely conclusion.
"I've got to calm down," he said to himself.
He headed for his room, passing quietly by Hiashi-sama's office. He didn't think the Hyuuga Leader would still be in there at three-o-clock in the morning, but he wanted to be careful nonetheless. By the time he'd slipped by the door, he thought he was home free. He was wrong.
"Branch House!" Hiashi bellowed through the door. Neji froze in place. He turned around just in time to see his uncle slam the door open and step into the hallway. "Where is Hinata?"
Neji was speechless. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
"Speak!" Hiashi yelled again.
"I do not know," Neji answered.
"You do not know," Hiashi repeated, condescendingly. He stalked toward his nephew. "What kind of protector are you?" He accused, looming over the boy.
Neji bowed. "I am– "
"Worthless is what you are! Worthless Branch House scum!"
Before Neji realized what was happening, Hiashi had already finished the hand seals. His forehead was inundated with pain as the Caged Bird Seal was activated.
He immediately fell to the floor, clutching his head. The pressure was unbearable, and he writhed in agony as his pale eyes filled with tears, spilling down his face as he squeezed them shut. He couldn't even stop the strained hiss from clawing it's way out of his throat.
He couldn't take it. Any more, and he was sure he would die, but it didn't stop. On and on, the pain flowed into him from the curse seal. On and on until there was nothing left but pain. No thought, only fire and piercing agony. And then it ended, as quickly as it had come.
Neji lay on the floor, silent, in a puddle of his own saliva, as Hiashi's footsteps came nearer. His head still pounded from the residual effects of Hiashi's cruelty, but he heard the words his uncle spoke.
"As long as Hinata is still Heiress of the Hyuuga, you are bound to her. And as such, you will receive her punishment, as well as your own." He laughed. "But, worry not, Neji. After tomorrow, she will be of little consequence to me, or the Clan. What you choose to do to her after that," he shrugged, "I care not." Hiashi stepped over Neji to continue down the hall. "Blame her if you want. It is her fault, after all."
"Hinata-sama..." Neji listened to Hiashi's footsteps disappear in the distance. Her fault. Her fault. It was all her fault. And she would pay. Oh, yes. She would pay.
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Hinata bid goodbye to Naruto at the gates of the Hyuuga compound. She smiled gently at him as he waved back at her. Then, she slipped inside, making her way toward her open window. She wouldn't enter through the front. That would be inviting punishment. There was still a chance that no one had noticed her absence, as unlikey as that was. Still, she had no desire to confront her father.
When she arrived, she looked up at the window. Nothing seemed out of place, but she couldn't shake the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Something was wrong, very wrong.
"Byakugan," she whispered, make the corresponding hand seals. She looked through the wall only to be met by the twin glare of her very angry cousin.
Neji was in her room, waiting for her. She swallowed the sudden lump in her throat. He was in there. She took a deep breath and pulled a kunai from her pouch. He was in there, and she had no other choice.
Hinata slipped in through the window, with the kunai behind her back.
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Neji glared at his cousin and her Byakugan eyes. He didn't need the bloodline limit to know she held a weapon behind her back. She was so predictable. He smirked, and her cool mask faltered. She inched toward her bedside table, undoubtedly where she kept her extra kunai and shuriken.
"Hinata-sama," he cooed. "Let's play a little game." When he pulled the electrical tape from his kunai pouch, the look of confusion and worry in her eyes almost made him smile. Almost. There would be no smiles tonight. There would only be pain– and pleasure. For him, at least.
"Get out of my room," she spat.
He was mildly surprised by her lack of stutter. "No," he stated and started toward her.
"Get out or I'll– "
"You'll what, Hinata-sama? Use the Caged Bird Seal?"
She paled.
"You would, wouldn't you?" He scowled. "You're just like Hiashi, just like all of the Main House. It was a mistake to think that you were different." She was shaking now, and he loved it. "No matter. I'll catch you before you have the chance to finish the seal." Her lower lip began to quiver. "You'd better get started. It is your only chance, you know."
She brought the kunai to her front, contemplating using the seal. She hesitated, and his laughter was harsh and bitter.
"You're pathetic," he hissed. "Truly unworthy of the succession, aren't you Hinata-sama?" He smiled, licking his lips as tears streaked down her face. "But, soon I won't have to call you that anymore, will I? You'll be just another Branch House member, like me." His eyes glinted in the pale moonlight shining through the window. "And then, you really will be mine."
End Chapter Three